Bright Eyes Gold Mine Gutted Letras:
it was don delillo, whiskey, me,
and a blinking midnight clock
speakers on a tv stand,
just a turntable to watch
when the smoke came out our mouths
on all those hooded sweatshirt walks
you were a stroke of luck
we were a goldmine and they gutted us

and from the sidelines
you see me run
until I’m out of breath
living the good life
I left for dead
the sorrowful midwest
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well I did my best
to keep my head

it was grass stained
jeans and incompletes
and a girl from class to touch
but you think about yourself too much
and you ruin who you love
well all these claims at consciousness
my stray dog freedom
let’s have a nice clean cut
like a bag we buy and divvy up

and from the sidelines
I see you run
until you're out of breath.
and all those white lines that sped us up
as we hurried to our deaths
well I lagged behind
so you got ahead
Letras: Gold Mine Gutted Bright Eyes [final]