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Fool's GoldOh, tell me about the boy you loveAnd how he's gonna save you from the hell you deserve You vandalized your past with achievements you're making But a splash of paint can be covered in a weekday God, show me what love feels like I've never felt it, never felt it Was it the sex I gave Or the lies I told? Mistakes I've made Or the bones I broke? To hell with you To hell with you Did I care too much? Was I just too cold? I messed it up Now I'm all alone To hell with you To hell with you In the morning I take my daily dose of stress Black out just to make it through the day I wanna get drunk with my dead friends again 'Cause they sure knew how to fucking live Was it the sex I gave Or the lies I told? Mistakes I've made Or the bones I broke? To hell with you To hell with you Did I care too much? Was I just too cold? I messed it up Now I'm all alone To hell with you To hell with you To hell with me, too As my hair recedes I still don't Know what's best for me, I found God So people won't judge me For doing absolutely nothing As my hair recedes I still don't Know what's best for me, I found God So people won't judge me For doing absolutely nothing Was it the sex I gave Or the lies I told? Mistakes I've made Or the bones I broke? To hell with you To hell with you Did I care too much? Was I just too cold? I messed it up Now I'm all alone To hell with you To hell with you To hell with me, too |