Gold Rush

I woke up at seven
Waited until something was on
Sleeping would feel like Heaven
But the insomnia told me to write a song.

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Oh, we're so worried
About every pointless thing
Striking each other's bones
Acting in our own means...

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And I sit here
Waiting on the gold rush
I'm locked in
Can never get enough of it
Oh, I'm waiting on the gold rush...

And they told me
To breathe easily
'Cause it's going down
I can't save them now

But they don't get it
They cannot understand
What it's like to
Stand alone and pretend
Everything is ok...

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What is wrong with you, people?
With your beliefs and fake smiles
A new dream every season
But they get dragged away like Autumn leaves
You get a new car and tell them all
But that won't fix your character flaws
And maybe then, if no one sees
The problem will get dragged away by the wind.