.âFoolâs Goldâ
Itâs a lonely view and Iâm looking in at the things that we might have been
But a broken picture is all that we became
I saw you with Bartholomew; he was lying there on top of you
So I grabbed my boots my keys and split the scene
Ooh girl, Iâm through.
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