Sleeping with Sirens - Gold Lyrics
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What Are The Lyrics For Gold By Sleeping with Sirens?
All we want, what we want is
All we want is gold Sun sets on my nylon Pull the windows down in the van Lost my map on the Jersey turnpike But it's okay we ain't looking back All we ever want is gold One way on this winding road We made our mistakes It's not too late We had to learn the hard way Bridges will burn Now it's our turn We had to learn the hard way Because all we ever want is gold We made our mistakes It's not too late We had to learn the hard way It's two in the morning Can't seem to find the words for a song I remember my dreams and how fun they seem I can't believe how far we have come Cause all we ever want is gold So is sixty miles on this open road We made our mistakes It's not too late We had to learn the hard way Bridges will burn Now it's our turn We had to learn the hard way Because all we ever want is gold We made our mistakes It's not too late We had to learn the hard way Don't lose your faith in me (Don't ever look like, don't ever look like) It's never what it seems You make your mistakes But it's never too late We had to learn the hard way You made your mistakes It's not too late You had to learn the hard way Bridges will burn Now it's your turn You had to learn the hard way Cause all we ever want is gold All we ever want is gold (We had to learn the hard way) All we want, what we want is All we want is gold All we want, what we want is All we want is gold |
Who Wrote Gold By Sleeping with Sirens?
Emily Warren, John William Feldmann, Kellin Quinn
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