- Pyrite Promises

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November 12, 2015

Lyrics

Ooh listen to those fingers tap
Nervous child dreams hanging in the balance
All for the gain of the wallet of the fat man
I don't want to be that man
Cause I'll stand with my pride in my pocket
But I won't wait long enough for them to knock it down
Ooh listen to those fingers tap

Forty days and forty nights 'til I get where I'm going
A hundred stairs a million flights
But I won't trade a silver plate for some pyrite promise
If it ain't real ain't worth my time

And to the royalty incumbent
Perhaps I'm just a number
But even as a number with a value undiscovered
I'm not sold by your royalty at all, oh no

Forty days and forty nights 'til I get where I'm going
A hundred stairs a million flights
But I won't trade a silver plate for some pyrite promise
If it ain't real ain't worth my time

Ain't worth my…

Forty days and forty nights 'til I get where I'm going
A hundred stairs a million flights
But I won't trade a silver plate for some pyrite promise
If it ain't real ain't worth my time

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