How good or bad, happy or sad
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Does it have to get?
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Losing yourself, no cry for help
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You don't think you need it
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And old friends are just a chore,
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But now you need them more than ever before
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All that glitter and all that gold
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Won't buy you happy
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When you've been bought and sold
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Riding white horses, you can't control
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With all your glitter
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And all of your gold
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Take care of your soul
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Take care of your soul
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How high, how low, how on your own
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Are you gonna get?
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Because
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Losing your soul, will cost you more
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Than the life you're paying for
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And all those friends you left behind
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You might need 'em when it's cold outside
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All that glitter and all that gold
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Won't buy you happy
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When you've been bought and sold
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Riding white horses, you can't control
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With all your glitter
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And all of your gold
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Take care of your soul
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One day you're gonna wake up and find that
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New dream is losing it's shine and
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Nobody is by your side
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When the rain comes down and you're losing your mind
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So, who you gonna run to?
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Where you gonna hide?
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Glitter and gold
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Won't keep you warm
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On those lonely nights
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And all those friends that were such a chore
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You're gonna need them more than ever before
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All that glitter and all that gold
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Won't buy you happy
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When you've been bought and sold
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Riding white horses, you can't control
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With all your glitter
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And all of your gold
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Take care of your soul
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With all of your gold
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Take care of your soul
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Glitter & Gold
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Rebecca Ferguson |