| All of my gold can turn to bronze
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| And all of my walls of trust can fall in my two palms
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| Although my hands, they stained with rust beneath the gold
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| Yeah but it feels so precious
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| Yeah but it feels so precious
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| If it turns to rust, believe me, if you hold on so close
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| It’ll turn back to gold
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| If it turns to rust, believe me, if you hold on so close
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| It’ll turn back to gold
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| Solid gold, turn back to, turn back to
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| Solid gold, turn back to, turn back to
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| Solid gold, turn back to, turn back to
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| Solid gold, turn back to, turn back to
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| Solid gold, turn back to, turn back to
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| Solid gold, turn back to, turn back to
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| Solid gold, turn back to, turn back to
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| Solid gold, turn back to, turn back to
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| Cast the first storms you
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| And on the rockiest roads
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| If the trees cast shades, keep bright beneath the palms
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| And the calm will never calm the storm, it never stops
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| Yeah but it feels so precious
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| Yeah but it feels so precious
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| If it turns to rust, believe me, if you hold on so close
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| It’ll turn back to gold
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| If it turns to rust, believe me, if you hold on so close
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| It’ll turn back to gold
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| Solid gold, turn back to, turn back to
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| Solid gold, turn back to, turn back to
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| Solid gold, turn back to, turn back to
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| Solid gold, turn back to, turn back to
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| Solid gold, turn back to, turn back to
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| Solid gold, turn back to, turn back to
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| Solid gold, turn back to, turn back to
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| Solid gold, turn back to, turn back to |