| I woke up not recognizing anything this morning
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| Except for this big old clock on my wall
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| My hair’s gotten whiter and my eyes are getting bluer
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| The sun’s getting in through my skin
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| Say I’m here every step you take
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| I am the wind on your skin
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| I’m the lines across your face
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| That tell your story to the world
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| When it burns be patient
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| Think of the ocean
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| Gold
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| Yeah, I’m gold now
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| And you don’t know if you think I’m old
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| Gold
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| No, I’m not old now
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| I’m in the golden age
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| Not my time to go yet
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| And I’m a gold child
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| At the edge of the world
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| And I want to be here with you
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| If you look into my soul
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| Just get past the broken bones
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| You’ll see the sun getting in through my skin
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| Say I’m here every step you take
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| I am the wind on your skin
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| I’m the lines across your face
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| That tell your story to the world
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| When it burns be patient
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| Think of the ocean
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| Gold
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| Yeah, I’m Gold now
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| And you don’t know if you think I’m old
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| Gold
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| No, I’m not old now
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| I’m in the golden age
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| Not my time to go yet
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| Gold
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| Yeah, I’m gold now
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| And you don’t know if you think I’m old
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| Gold
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| Even when it burns, oh
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| I’m in the golden age
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| Not my time to go yet |