Turn my silver into gold
Not afraid of getting old
Want my soul remove the cold
When the night comes
give me hold

Gold i need to build you dreams
Older, wiser than it seems
Cold as ice you play with me
And you hold on to your dreams...

Turn my silver into gold
Not afraid of getting old
Want my soul remove the cold
When the night comes
give me hold

Gold i need to build you dreams
Older, wiser than it seems
Cold as ice you play with fire

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