| Oh, the night is growing colder
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| And the stars have lost their shine
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| And I have been forsaken
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| By everything I thought was mine
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| For in the darkest hour
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| When the final story’s told
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| No matter how bright I glittered, baby
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| I could never be gold
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| You gave up your finest treasure
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| For the one you saw in me
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| But how could I know the measure
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| Of all you needed me to be?
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| Though I came with sweet intentions
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| More my pockets could not hold
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| No matter how bright I glittered, baby
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| I could never be gold
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| I finally gave up counting
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| The ways you said I let you down
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| When I fell into that river of no return
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| And you watched me drown
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| Oh I could sparkle like a diamond
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| Have silver line my soul
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| But no matter how bright I glittered, baby
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| I could never be gold
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| You looked so high and low for heaven
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| I tried so hard to show the way
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| But though I flew on wings of angels
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| My feet were always made of clay
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| I could come trailing clouds of glory
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| But you saw nothing to behold
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| No matter how bright I glittered, baby
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| I could never be gold
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| No matter how bright I glittered, baby
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| I could never be gold |