| Standing with my back against the wall
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| Standing with my back against the wall
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| It’s cold
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| Cold
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| Day, night, fades to dawn
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| Now the fire-breathing dragon
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| I have nursed by my side is turning cold
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| One night, blinding light
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| Felt the necklace with a golden heart get cold
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| Against the wall, against the wall, it’s cold
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| Why can’t this make me warm on winter’s nights?
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| Maybe your heart has stone cold gold inside
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| Dancing with my back against the wall
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| Dancing with my back against the wall
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| And again
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| Why can’t you make me warm on winter’s nights?
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| Maybe your heart has stone cold gold inside
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| Unless you feel the fire deep inside
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| A golden heart won’t keep you warm at night
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| But when the memory has a face no more
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| And the days are getting longer
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| When all the words unspoken die away
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| Believe the wisdom written on the walls
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| Maybe the road ahead is golden
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| The white thunderbird will drive away, fly away, fly away
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| Why can’t you make me warm on winter’s nights?
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| Maybe your heart has stone cold gold inside
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| Unless you feed the fire deep inside
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| A golden heart won’t keep you warm at night
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| Maybe your heart has stone cold gold inside |