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SOLID GOLD
03:57
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man looks at the outside
god looks at the heart
but I'm stuck on the oustide
I ain't got a heart
I am solid gold, I am solid gold
hadn't you heard?
you really got to me
with the sharpness of your teeth
when you bit through my belief
it really got to me
though I am solid gold, I am solid gold
hadn't you heard?
*I got a lust for gold, call it gold lust
searching in the ground for gold dust on golden divas,
guess I'm a gold a believer, the cold sort of the gold collegiate
my face flushed with this gold rush
draped around her neck I seen the gold blush
told her 'hush, let it grow on us, this gold trust'
let's show it off, hands to the sky we're gold going off*
there's a place in my head that goes round and round
like a roulette wheel going round and round
and the ball never / ever falls down
the ball never / ever falls down
I am solid gold
(and if they really knew me, who could ever love me?
not a soul, not a soul, not a soul)
*I got the midas touch, but over time
solid gold starts losing its shine
and now my time is up, I gotta ask
was it nothing but a cold smile on a gold mask*
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MY NEXT SONG
03:30
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some songs sing themselves, don't they?
playing on inside of your head
and they keep your heart beating too fast
as you lie alone in your bed
but I wrote some pretty awful songs,
I sang you some pretty terrible ones...
my next song will be really good, I promise
my next song will be so much better than this
my next song will be a hit single with words
that you can sing along to
electricity in my blood
keepeth me up for days
but my internal compass is at a loss
spinning all over the place
so please forgive me baby if I act a little crazy
I'm just trying my best to keep it together
well...
talk slow talk fast talk right talk wrong
talk cheap talk dirty over my next song
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