| Copper Is Restless ('til It Turns to Gold) |
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| Wicked kings stand before towers tall |
| They look to the sky for fire to fall |
| Copper is restless till it turns to gold |
| Some burn fast to keep from the cold |
| I’m sitting here watching a slow day unfold |
| Bald headed vultures, black feathered crows |
| Digging around for all they feel they owed |
| Copper is restless till it turns to gold |
| With infinite howling out in the cold |
| I’m sitting here watching a slow day unfold |
