| Sometimes I feel like some sort of gold being
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| I’m some sort of metal that only has purpose
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| When someone needs something
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| And people wouldn’t chase after me if it wasn’t for greed
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| If it wasn’t for the purchasing of some sort of peace
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| And my hopes and dreams are put on display for all to see
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| But under heat, they bend and they bleed
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| And maybe you couldn’t tell, this was once beautiful
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| It’s pure gold, just covered in black ink
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| Covered in the charcoal remains of ashes
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| From the last time someone burned me
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| But baby, I can be something you need
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| So bend me in that fire until I fit a shape
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| That can offer you some sort of utility
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| Cause I can see you, but I can’t touch you, and I can touch you,
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| but I can’t feel you
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| And I can feel you, but I can’t see you. |
| I used to, but then I went blind
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| Mend me into a cup, so when you get too drunk, you’ll think of me
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| Or mend me into a ring, or some sort of jewelry
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| So I can hold some sort of diamond within me
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| And people won’t notice me, but they’ll see I possess something with beauty
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| Make me into the buckles for the shoes on your feet, so when you run away
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| From this broken down street, you can take me with you when you chase your dream
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| Or make me into a music box so when I am opened, people can feel enlightened
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| Make me into a trophy, so someone can hold me high
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| As they boast to the sky that they don’t need anything
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| Make me into a medallion, a true sign of victory
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| Not as flashy as a trophy, so it possesses some dignity
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| Make me into a locket that you can wear around your neck
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| So I can possess a picture of the man who made you feel the best
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| Or at least better than I ever did
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| Cause I can touch you, but I can’t see you, and I can see you, but I can’t feel
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| you
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| Well I can feel you, but I can’t touch you, I used to, but then you left my life
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| You’re not one to look for gold, or any other sort of monetary value
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| And that’s why I’ll always love you. |
| That’s why I’ll always love you
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| So don’t make me into anything you might lose
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| Please just don’t make me into another excuse
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| Just make me feel like me so I can make you feel like you
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| I can feel you, I can touch you, and I can’t see you
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| Where have you gone?
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| Just don’t make me into another excuse
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| Just make me into something you can use
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| Just make me feel like me, so I can make you feel like you
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| Cause I can feel you, but I can’t see you, and I can see you, but I can’t touch
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| you, and I can touch you, but I can’t feel you
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| All I can feel is that your love makes me feel alive |