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And I love her so, I wouldn't trade her for gold.
I'm walking on moons beam.
I was born with a silver spoon and I'm gonna be free.
I'm walking on moons beam and staring out to sea.
And if a door close,
Then a road for home start building
And tear your curtains down
For sunlight is like gold.
And you better be you.
And do what you can do.
When you're walking on moon beams and staring out to sea.
Cause if your skin was soil,
How long do you think before they start digging.
And if your life was gold,
How long would you think you'd stay living?
Hey,
And I love her so, I wouldn't trade her for gold.
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