| Turn my silver into gold Not afraid of getting old Want my soul remove the cold When the night comes give me hold |
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Gold i never to build you dreams
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| Turn my silver into gold Not afraid of getting old Want my soul remove the cold When the night comes give me hold |
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| Gold i never to build you dreams Older, wiser than it seems Cold as ice you play with fire And you hold on to desire... |
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| Turn my silver into gold Not afraid of getting old Want my soul remove the cold When the night comes give me hold |
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| Gold i never to build you dreams Older, wiser than it seems Cold as ice a man of means And you hold on to your dreams.. |