Oberhofer - Gold Lyrics
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Gold
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What Are The Lyrics For Gold By Oberhofer?
OH I dont knoOw
Where I stand. I hope you got my noOte Buried in the sand And girl I ho-O-ope your alright, 'Cause girl I kno-O-ow I know ya! Inside, outside, inside, outside Who-O-oa! Inside, outside Girl I hope your alright, 'Cause I know,I know ya! Inside, outside, inside, outside Whoa! Girl take me home! Oh!.. I know oOOOoOOOo We'll goOOo, We'll gOooO But oh! I hope oO0oO We'll grow, we'll grow, we'll grow. I hope you know this That I'm in love! You could get any...anything you want And oO0oO0oO I'm running, Away! I hope yoOOour running to! You shine like goOOoOold You shine like goOOoOold You shine like goOOoOold Like gold! Oo0oO0oO! You shine like gold Like gold Oo0oO0o! WHOAH! WOoO! And now I'm walking.. on the land I can feel the heEat! In my hand And oOOOoOOOo I'm falling, Away I hope you'll stay! You shine like goOOOoOld! You shine like goOOOoOld! You shine like goOOOoOld! Like gold! Oo0Oo0oO! You shine like gold Like gold Oo0Oo0oO You shine like gold Like gold Like gold Like gold You shine like gold Like goOOOoOld! You shine like gold You shine like gold You shine like gold You shine like gold You shine like gold You shine like gold You shine like gold You shine like gold You shine like OOooOoOO You shine like OOooOoOO You shine like OOooOoOO You shine like OOooOoOO You shine like OoOoOOo! 00000! oooooo! OOooOOOo! OOooOOOo! OOooOOOo! OOooOOOo! OOooOOOo! OOooOOOo! OOooOOOo! OOooOOOo! OOooOOOo! |
Who Wrote Gold By Oberhofer?
Bradley James Goodman Oberhofer
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