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