| Mother make me gold again, again, again, again
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| It was us and you and him, you, you, and him
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| And each of us were golden
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| Like sunset on my childhood curtains
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| The beige and the brown and the bronze on fire
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| With the days end, with the days end, with the days end, oh it ends
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| Those days end
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| ‘Cause surely everything has blackened
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| Mother make me golden again
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| Mother make me gold again, again, again, again
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| I was pure and warm, innocent
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| And each of us were golden
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| Like sunset on John laughing
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| Oh how the light would come and cover him
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| Oh it ends
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| Oh it ends
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| It all seems to end
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| With the stitches, no tag backs
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| And the red Kool-Aid mustache
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| We can race there and then back
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| Just sodas and best friends
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| I’m waging war on the ant’s nest
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| And a card in your spokes clicks
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| Like the buttons on a joy stick
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| And I loved
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| With the stitches, no tag backs
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| And the red Kool-Aid mustache
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| We can race there and then back
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| Just sodas and best friends
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| I’m waging war on the ant’s nest
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| And a card in your spokes clicks
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| Like the buttons on a joy stick
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| And I loved it |