She was swinging by the bangles in a main street store
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A while before we met
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The most dangerous angels that you ever saw
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She spied her amulet
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And she took a loop of leather for around her neck
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And that was then the start
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The most dangerous lady on her quarter deck
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She found her Golden Heart
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You found your Golden Heart
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Then we swirled around each other and the thread was spun
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to some Arcadian band
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I would stop it from swinging like a pendulum
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Just to hold time in my hand
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And you shot me with a cannonball of history
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And long forgotten art
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I'd be turning it over as our words ran free
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I'd hold your Golden Heart
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I'd hold your Golden Heart
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Nothing in the world prepared me for you, your heart, your heart
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Nothing in the world that I love more your heart, your heart
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Your Golden Heart
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And every time I'm thinking of you from a distant shore
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And all the time I sleep
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I will have a reminder that my baby wore
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A part of you to keep
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And I'll send you all my promises across the sea
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And while we are apart
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I will carry the wonder that you gave to me
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I'll wear your Golden Heart
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I'll wear your Golden Heart
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Nothing in the world prepared me for you, your heart, your heart
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Nothing in the world that I love more your heart, your heart
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Your Golden Heart
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Golden Heart
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| Mark Knopfler |
