I forgot what you looked like
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I forgot your skin
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I wanted to stand up
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and make you a mountain.
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I wanted to gather,
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some stars in my hand.
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And drop them before you,
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like they were sand.
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a€?Cus I wanted you glowing,
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so you could seea€|
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what I'm seeing.
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When I behold you,
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but I forgot your skin
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Now I'm not a rich man,
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but I just had to prove,
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so I gathered some gold dust,
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and I flung it on you.
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But you're finer than gold,
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You're finer than gold.
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You're finer than gold.
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a€?Cus gold doesn't suit you.
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Not on your skin.
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Like a drunk in the morning,
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Just doesn't fit in.
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So happy birthday,
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I don't have a gift.
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I spent all my money,
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only have thisa€|
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You're finer than gold.
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You're finer than gold.
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You're finer than gold.
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So now I sit here,
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alone in my room.
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Holding this necklace,
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and thinking of you.
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I just want to break it,
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dig it a hole.
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I know you forgive me,
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a€?cus how could I know?
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You're finer than gold.
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Finer Than Gold
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| Ghost Of The Robot |
