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Here, on the edge of nowhere in particular.
You would not be held up as food for the mouthless.
When, the gold was inched from your fingertips.
The world did not seem to explode into colours uncounted.
All of your voices never changed the face of me.
All of your faces never showed themselves to me.
Don't turn our back now honey
You've seen the same thing running for years
That have never gone by as you had wanted
There is no charm in money
I said the same thing hundreds of times
but you had that gold in your young eyes.
Born, from the pyre and burnt with each experience
the world did not seem, quite as cold as these flames have pretended.
All of your voices never changed the face of me.
All of your faces never showed themselves to me.
Don't turn our back now honey
You've seen the same thing running for years
That have never gone by as you had wanted
There is no charm in money
I said the same thing hundreds of times
but you had that gold in your young eyes.
Don't turn our back now honey
You've seen the same thing running for years
That have never gone by as you had wanted