Bright Eyes Lyrics

2. Gold Mine Gutted

it was don delillo, whiskey neat, 
and a blinking midnight clock 
speakers on a tv stand, just a turntable to watch 
when the smoke came out our mouths 
on all those hooded sweatshirt walks 
you were a stroke of luck 
we were a goldmine and they gutted us 

and from the sidelines 
you see me run 
until i’m out of breath 
living the good life 
i left for dead 
the sorrowful midwest 
well i did my best 
to keep my head 

it was grass stained jeans and incompletes 
and a girl from class to touch 
but you think about yourself too much 
and you ruin who you love 
well all these claims at consciousness 
my stray dog freedom 
let’s have a nice clean cut 
like a bag we buy and divvy up 

and from the sidelines 
i see you run 
until you're out of breath. 
and all those white lines that sped us up 
we hurry to our death 
well i lagged behind 
so you got ahead

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