| When you’re way out there trying to dance out those blues
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| And you’re living your whole life with your head in a noose
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| Oh darling, oh darling, won’t you see this thing through?
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| I pin back the roses to the garden
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| So this house could have a kind memory
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| If I wasn’t so scared driving highways
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| I guess you’d have to find me in your sleep
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| There you go again turning golden
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| Right there in front of me
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| I can’t even seem to fight it
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| You’re always going gold again for me
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| I took down the pictures of our loving
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| Trying to find some piece of mind
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| If I wasn’t so scared you’d forget me
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| I might be farther down the line
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| But there you go again turning golden
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| Right there in front of me
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| And I can’t even seem to fight it
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| You’re always going gold again for me
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| Oh darling, oh darling, won’t you see this thing through?
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| There you go again turning golden
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| Right there in front of me
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| I can’t even seem to fight it
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| You’re always going gold again for me
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| You’re always going gold again for me |