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passing by didn't seem to understand

Fools gold
Fools gold
Fools gold
Fools gold

Broken Joe just lying in a gutter
He's gone as low as any man can be
He
May your mind be wide open
May your heart beat strong
May your mind's will be broken
By this heart-felt song

May your mind set you free (Chorus:
the answering machine 

I came two thousand miles
Just to take a look at you
But you were broken and frozen 
A heartbreak of a statue 
In the bullet-proof
I'm tricked by your smile
Want to be forgiven
Waiting for the battle
Aching for belief

But your answer is wrong
And my spirit is broken
Like choirs
sentence
Because the seasons and the times don’t want to wait

Once there was a city left to ruin
Alone and broken down
The walls that once gave shelter
On the break of day
We're lost anyway
Do you live a lie?
Do you stand me by?
Would you cope for my existence?
Would you last or cease persistence?
I'm
I gave up trying
No use in lying
Another broken promise
Another bond demolished

Will I ever give a fuck
About anyone or anything
Day by day
Mary loves the grouse, hides the bottles round the house, 
She watches chatshows and the soaps, broken-hearted but she copes, 
Michael's out
means nothing to me
Without blinking an eye
I'd fade, if so needed
All those moments with you
If I had you beside me" 

I was unable to cope with
where cars get broken and stole
These are the stories told by Stony and Cottage Grove
The world is cold, the block is hot as a stove
On the corners
clothes and roll in a Rolls
Now I roll in a Olds, with windows that don’t roll
Down the roads where cars get broken and stole
These are the stories told by
put blow up they nose
To cope with the lows, the wind is cold and it blows
In their socks and their soles, niggas holding they rolls
Corners leave
but I've broken my rickshaw
Sometimes there's no hope in, in chasing opium
I'd like to love you but I'm not sure what's in your eyes
Mm, Shanghai
put blow up they nose
To cope with the lows, the wind is cold and it blows
In their socks and their soles, niggas holding they rolls
Corners leave
under sludge lots of revised sentences
Defense budgets padded by sandbags and sandwiches

Wasted

Drag this baggage
Hold this Damage
Cope the best
put blow up they nose
To cope with the lows, the wind is cold and it blows
In their socks and their soles, niggas holding they rolls
Corners leave
and battery by the stack to keep the boom box from going flat
Didn't cope and went in over the store with a performance kid this place has never been so packed
clothes and roll in a Rolls
Now I roll in a Olds, with windows that don’t roll
Down the roads where cars get broken and stole
These are the stories told by
put blow up they nose
To cope with the lows, the wind is cold and it blows
In their socks and their soles, niggas holding they rolls
Corners leave
privileged can order the rest 
Of the young parasites who live in a world without hope 
To get back in line, and stay there, then assure us they will cope
bought

Like dope so we had to find things to cope
Ended up covered in dirt not washed with soap
We ended up learning all about the cost of coke
By
fights feelings that he was mistake by God
I see his confusion and self-deception
Questions of relevance and intelligence
He holds an illusion
put blow up they nose
To cope with the lows, the wind is cold and it blows
In their socks and their soles, niggas holding they rolls
Corners leave
where cars get broken and stole
These are the stories told by Stony and Cottage Grove
The world is cold, the block is hot as a stove
On the corners
put blow up they nose
To cope with the lows, the wind is cold and it blows
In their socks and their soles, niggas holding they rolls
Corners leave