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I Will, I Swear - Strings of Gold şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: I Will, I Swear

albüm: Strings Of Gold


There were always thousand hands beneath your feet
And while they hold you, you dance quietly to the beat
The dance for sacred, hold on tight, when murderers call
And they weep because you are young and free to fall
But the hardest bit of lying is to keep your mouth shut
About presents that will wait beneath your feet
The hardest thing 'bout growing up is this cold
We hold on tight
But dear, don't you go now, you'll know now, how to fold
We hold on tight
The hardest thing 'bout growing up is this cold
We hold on tight
No words are sacred tied up on strings of gold
We hold on tight
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They were old but they were smart and they knew more
More than a solo riding mind onto the streets
The drive for sacred hold on tight when murderers call
And they sleep 'cause you won't go where they won't fall
The hardest thing 'bout growing up is this cold
We hold on tight
But dear, don't you go now, you'll know now, how to fold
We hold on tight
The hardest thing 'bout growing up is this cold
We hold on tight
No words are sacred tied up on strings of gold
We hold on tight

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