Gold Dust vs. State of Illinois

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Spitalfield

Compositor: Spitalfield

You picked out your favorite dress,
Made yourself up your very best;
I know you're trying to be
Anyone's everything.
I know you're dying to be
Broken and let down by me.

Whith those eyes that you throw me,
And those lines that you sold me.
I can't break if I don't bend.
And she's not oround again.

Yoo know you've gotta leave.
Get up, get up,get up
An don't be seen.
Find youself on your way there.

Fall in , fall out
And then jump in again.
I'm not runing,I'm just walking faster.
Don't let this keep you down.
Why do that to yourself?
What could you be after.