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Mother make me gold again again again again |
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It was us and you and him you you and him and |
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Each of us were golden |
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Like sunset on my childhood curtains |
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The beige and the brown and the bronze on fire |
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With the days end the days the days end oh it ends |
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Those days end |
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Cause surely everything has blackened |
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Mother make me golden again |
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Mother make me gold again again again again |
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I was pure and warm, innocent |
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And each of us were golden |
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Like sunset on |
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John laughing |
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Oh how the light would come and cover him |
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All it ends |
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All it ends |
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It all seems to end |
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With the stitches, no tag backs |
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And the red |
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Kool-aid mustache |
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We can race there and then back |
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Just sodas and best friends |
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Waging war on the ant's nest |
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And a card in your spokes clicks |
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Like the buttons on a joy stick and |
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I loved it |
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With the stitches, no tag backs |
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And the red |
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Kool-aid mustache |
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We can race there and then back |
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Just sodas and best friends |
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Waging war on the ant's nest |
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And a card in your spokes clicks |
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Like the buttons on a joy stick and |
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I loved it |
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And I loved it |
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I loved it |
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I loved it |
