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Gold
Gold
Gold
Gold
That's what we're made of
I'm walking by these sinners and saints (woo-hoo)
I don't know why they throw it all away (woo-hoo)
When did my fascination grow so cold (woo-hoo)
I wanna turn these colors back to
The bikers in the bands are selling their souls
The modern samurai is running through snow
Everybody knows the price of control
Playing with the Queen of Ice you get cold
All the runners up are breaking the crowd
All the animals are trying to get loud
Everybody knows the price of control
Playing with the Queen of Ice you get cold
The children in the maze are breaking their bones
The killers in the cage are sitting on thrones
Everywhere you turn you're out of control
You kick 'em in the head to get your own
Gold
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Gold
That's what we're made of
I'm walking by these sinners and saints (woo-hoo)
I don't know why they throw it all away (woo-hoo)
When did my fascination grow so cold (woo-hoo)
I wanna turn these colors back to gold
Razor sharp we dance on the blades
Can't understand the mess that we made
Everybody knows the price of control
Playing with the Queen of Ice you get cold
Slap in the face then you're on the floor
Rats in the race you always want more
Everywhere you turn you're out of control
You kick 'em in the head to get your own
Gold
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Gold
That's what we're made of
I'm walking by these sinners and saints (woo-hoo)
I don't know why they throw it all away (woo-hoo)
When did my fascination grow so cold (woo-hoo)
I wanna turn these colors back to gold
You'll never make it alone
Run on home
You'll never make it alone
Run on home
Gold
Gold
That's what we're made of
I'm walking by these sinners and saints (woo-hoo)
I don't know why they throw it all away (woo-hoo)
When did my fascination grow so cold (woo-hoo)
I wanna turn these colors back to gold
I wanna turn these colors back to gold
I wanna turn these colors back to gold
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