| Turn my silver into gold
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| Not afraid of getting old
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| Warm my soul, remove the cold
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| When the night comes, give me hold
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| Gold I need to build you dreams
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| Older, wiser than it seems
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| Cold as ice, you play with me
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| And you hold on to your dreams…
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| Turn my silver into gold
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| Not afraid of getting old
|
| Warm my soul, remove the cold
|
| When the night comes, give me hold
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| Gold I need to buy you dreams
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| Older, wiser than it seems
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| Cold as ice you play with fire
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| And you hold on to desire…
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| Turn my silver into gold
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| Not afraid of getting old
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| Warm my soul remove the cold
|
| When the night comes, give me hold
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| Gold I need to buy you dreams
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| Older, wiser than it seems
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| Cold as ice, a man of means
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| And you hold on to your dreams… |