Fade to Gold

SAID SHE FELL IN LOVE WITH A BULL FIGHTER OVER IN SPAIN

I CRIED SO HARD 

COULD’NT REMEMBER MY NAME

AND WHAT I DON’T KNOW 

I GUESS I DON’T MIND

‘CAUSE I’VE ALWAYS BEEN A MARTYR IN MY OWN MIND

AND I COULDN’T BE SAVED 

FROM WHAT I CRAVE

TRADED MY WINGS FOR THE CHAINS

OF A SLAVE 

AND THEN I’LL FADE

FADE TO GOLD

BY THE CUT OF HER COAT THE DIAMONDS ON HER THROAT AND HER POISON PEN

I’M BLEEDING TO DEATH ON THE FLOOR AND IT LOOKS LIKE THE END

AND WHAT I DON’T KNOW 

GUESS I DON’T MIND

‘CAUSE I’VE ALWAYS BEEN A MARTYR

JUMPING ON YOUR LAND MINES

AND I COULDN’T BE SAVED 

FROM WHAT I CRAVE

TRADED MY WINGS FOR THE CHAINS

OF A SLAVE 

AND THEN I’LL FADE

FADE TO GOLD

NOW THE RED CAPE SLIPS 

THE BULL FIGHTER TRIPS AND FALLS TO THE GROUND

THE CROWD IS ALL STANDING

BUT NOBODY IS MAKING A SOUND

AND WHAT I DON’T KNOW 

GUESS I DON’T MIND

‘CAUSE I’LL ALWAYS BE A MARTYR 

TAKING YOU BACK TIME AFTER TIME

AND I COULDN’T BE SAVED 

FROM WHAT I CRAVE

TRADED MY WINGS FOR THE CHAINS

OF A SLAVE 

LORD THEN I’LL FADE

FADE TO GOLD

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