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Pot of Gold
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alternative rock acoustic singersongwriter
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Acoustic rock singer/songwriter
I'm a songwriter from the Knoxville, Tennessee area. I play acoustic, adult alternative rock fused just about every style rock.
Song Info
Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic Rock
Charts
Peak #693
Peak in subgenre #127
Author
Brett DuBose
Rights
2004
Uploaded
February 27, 2012
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MP3 5.1 MB • 160 kbps • 4:29
Story behind the song
It's a song I wrote in April of 2003, about letting two years of my life slip by too fast because my head was in the clouds. It's about wasting time being wasted and depressed in Morristown, TN.
Lyrics
Two years of heartache; it's too much to take. So I stay half baked; I'm knowing that I can never, ever change. Two years down the drain, two steps shy of insane; Two stripes the mirror and the blade, To ease my mind and all it’s pain. Chorus: But I don’t want to be alone, But I’m right here by the phone. Every night there’s nowhere to go; I can’t find the pot of gold. But ignorance is always bliss, So sad we had to come to this. Your touch I will always miss; ‘cause you said you were that, and then I found you were this. But where will you go without a shoulder to cry? And what will you do with all the feelings inside? With your touch my heart can fly to the sky, But without you now I’m finding reasons to die Chorus Bridge: Again it feels like I’m dying inside, Again I’m trying but I’m trying to hide Two empty shoes of a wasted life as I lust for a touch that cuts like a knife. Two years down the drain, two steps shy of insane; Two stripes the mirror and the blade, to ease my mind and all it’s pain.
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