Thomas Azier - Gold Lyrics
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Gold
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What Are The Lyrics For Gold By Thomas Azier?
I'm running but I don't know what I'm after
Time is ticking and it's only going faster, gold I'm waiting father, tell me if it feels right Head's spinning 'cause you know it will feel like gold But sometimes, sometimes We forget we're losing this and Sometimes, sometimes We fall back into the darkness When the sky turns gold We will be leaving so don't you worry We are made out of gold So come with me, why won't you darling? When the sky turns gold We will be leaving so don't you worry We are made out of gold So come with me, why won't you darling? I'm running and it's only getting better Head's spinning because I know you will be my gold But sometimes, sometimes We forget we're losing this and Sometimes, sometimes We fall back into the darkness When the sky turns gold We will be leaving so don't you worry We are made out of gold So come with me, why won't you darling? When the sky turns gold We will be leaving so don't you worry We are made out of gold So come with me, why won't you darling? When the sky turns gold We will be leaving so don't you worry We are made out of gold So come with me, why won't you darling? When the sky turns gold We will be leaving so don't you worry We are made out of gold So come with me, why won't you darling? |
Who Wrote Gold By Thomas Azier?
Thomas Azier, Isaias Azier, Dan Levy
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What's The Duration Of The Gold By Thomas Azier?The duration of Gold is 3:41 minutes and seconds. |
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