There's so, so many
There's too, too many
Too many of us
Everyone's hoping to be the one
spun straw into gold and outshine the sun
It's fools gold glowing
Nothing is growing
Nothing is flowing from these taps
It's fools gold glowing
nothing is flowing
we're just seagulls pulling at scraps
Leave, gotta leave today
get far away from, far from the madding crowd
It's turning grey, gotta leave today now
For the black clouds
No longer hoping to be the one
spun straw, into gold and outshine the sun
Don't need golden fleece
Just give me some peace
Gonna learn to see what's in front of me
I want to give
I want to give not take
Everything seems so fake
Maybe it's just too loud
Maybe I am just too proud
Trying to get far, far from the madding crowd
Can't seem to catch a break
Everything seems so fake
Everything seems so fake
And everyone's hoping to be the one
Spun, straw into gold and outshine the sun
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