| She was swinging by the bangles in a main street store
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| A while before we met
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| The most dangerous angels that you ever saw
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| She spied her amulet
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| And she took a loop of leather for around her neck
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| And that was then the start
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| The most dangerous lady on her quarter deck
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| She found her Golden Heart
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| You found your Golden Heart
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| Then we swirled around each other and the thread was spun
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| To some Arcadian band
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| I would stop it from swinging like a pendulum
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| Just to hold time in my hand
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| And you shot me with a cannonball of history
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| And long forgotten art
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| I’d be turning it over as our words ran free
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| I’d hold your Golden Heart
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| I’d hold your Golden Heart
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| Nothing in the world prepared me for you, your heart, your heart
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| Nothing in the world that I love more your heart, your heart
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| Your Golden Heart
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| And every time I’m thinking of you from a distant shore
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| And all the time I sleep
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| I will have a reminder that my baby wore
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| A part of you to keep
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| And I’ll send you all my promises across the sea
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| And while we are apart
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| I will carry the wonder that you gave to me
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| I’ll wear your Golden Heart
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| I’ll wear your Golden Heart
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| Nothing in the world prepared me for you, your heart, your heart
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| Nothing in the world that I love more your heart, your heart
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| Your Golden Heart |