| Gold
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| Gold
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| Gold
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| Gold
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| That’s what we’re made of
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| I’m walking by these sinners and saints
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| I don’t know why they throw it all away
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| When did my fascination grow so cold
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| I wanna turn these colours back to
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| The bikers in the bands are selling their souls
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| The modern samurai is running through snow
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| Everybody knows the price of control
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| Playing with the Queen of Ice you get cold
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| All the runners up are breaking the crowd
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| All the animals are trying to get loud
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| Everybody knows the price of control
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| Playing with the Queen of Ice you get cold
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| The children in the maze are breaking their bones
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| The killers in the cage are sitting on thrones
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| Everywhere you turn you’re out of control
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| You kick 'em in the head to get your own
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| Gold
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| Ah ah ah ah ah ah
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| Gold
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| That’s what we’re made of
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| I’m walking by these sinners and saints
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| I don’t know why they throw it all away
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| When did my fascination grow so cold
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| I wanna turn these colours back to gold
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| Razor sharp we dance on the blades
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| Can’t understand the mess that we made
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| Everybody knows the price of control
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| Playing with the Queen of Ice you get cold
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| Slap in the face then you’re on the floor
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| Rats in the race you always want more
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| Everywhere you turn you’re out of control
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| You kick 'em in the head to get your own gold
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| Gold
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| Ah ah ah ah ah ah
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| Gold
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| That’s what we’re made of
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| I’m walking by these sinners and saints
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| I don’t know why they throw it all away
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| When did my fascination grow so cold
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| I wanna turn these colours back to gold
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| You’ll never make it alone
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| Run on home
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| You’ll never make it alone
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| Run on home
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| Gold
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| Gold
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| That’s what we’re made of
|
| I’m walking by these sinners and saints
|
| I don’t know why they throw it all away
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| When did my fascination grow so cold
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| I wanna turn these colours back to gold
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| I wanna turn these colours back to gold
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| I wanna turn these colours back to gold |