Gold

Thomas Denver Jonson

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Solid eyes, she's a star
Havent seen her for a hundred days
Modest moves, her tender lips
I will tell her if i meet her someday

Solid eyes are her why
She's afraid of the dead-end streets she always stumbles into
In her time
In her time

Oh, where have all our flowers gone
What happened to our rights to die young

In her eyes, I'm golden
In her eyes, I'm golden
In her eyes, I'm golden
In her eyes, I'm golden