After the gold rush, will you come back to this town?

I can sit you down, it’s a lonesome life for such a busy heart like mine

I work my hands like they're getting paid

But I can smile at all the things I’ve made

Maybe they took the shine out of the city you think is so pretty

Still you strip the sand like it owes you apologies

Apologies

Still, I work my bones like they owe me money

I laugh alone 'cause the jokes are still funny

This television gives me a reason to stay awake at night

And I roll around in my hand-me-down nightgown 'til I get it right

Maybe they took the shine out of the city you think is so pretty

Still you strip the sand like it owes you apologies

Apologies

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