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Golden
CWatchin' a stretch of road, A#miles of light explode Fdriftin' off a thing I'd never A#done before CWatchin' a crowd roll in, A#out go the lights it begins Fa feelin' in my bones I never A#felt before
DPeople always tCold, that bFars are dark and lonA#ely and talk is often Ccheap and filled with aFir
DSure sometimes they tChrill, but noFthin' could ever cA#hill like the way they make the tCime just disappeFar
CFeelin' you are here again, A#hot on my skin again Ffeelin good a thing, I'd never A#known before Cwhat does it mean to feel, mA#illions of dreams come real Fa feelin' in my soul, I'd never fA#elt before mmm
DAnd you always tCold, no mFatter how long it hA#olds if it falls apartor makes us miCllonaires F DYou'll be right here fCorever, we'll go tFhru this thing togeA#ther and on heaven's golden sChore we'll lay our headFs
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