The days were golden we were known to be We won't escape this memory forward on to the place we sail All to believe when you raise an iron hand This place
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The days were golden we were known to be we won't escape this memory forward on to the place we sail oil to believe when you raise an iron hand this
yourself, you're the fucking coldest Intelligent too, ooh, you're my sweetheart I've always liked my women book and street smart Long as they got a little class like half days
s coming but this won't change, Cause some days stay gold forever. The memory of being here with you, Is one I'm gonna take my life through, Cause some days stay gold
Days that we speak I believe that you were right Shouldn't chase the Demons And the phantoms of the night Some treat as lovers Some treat as slaves This
that it's time to say goodbye ask her 'why what did I do? You and me we were so sly' then she sigh 'that's true we were slinky through and through but
salt Fall to my arms Hold their mesmeric sway And dance out to the moon As we did in those golden days Christening stars I remember the way We were
Time to giddy up, doo, wah, diddy up San Francisco, San Francisco Her lover's arms were open wide Where the gates of golden waits with charms unfoldin
through daylight Minds restrained by golden tethers fade Fade away The sun objects with smiling sadness Roman highways laced in diamonds Sink like grave Atlantis into Dreams of other days
say do you remember Ba de ya, dancing in September Ba de ya, golden dreams were shiny days Now our bell was ringing, aha Our souls were singing Do you
to me now) There were moments of gold And there were flashes of light There were things I'd never do again But then they'd always seemed right There were
through And I will die all alone And when I arrive, I won't know anyone Well, Jesus Christ, I'm alone again So what did You do those three days You were
just do it for yourself you're the f-cking coldest Intelligent too ooh you're my sweetheart I've always liked my women book and street smart Long as they got a little class like half days
it again) Okay, I remember the days (let's do it again) High rights, low lefts, even stevens and fades (do it a) Troops, Lottos, and BK's, those was the days
I'm out here grindin') I ain't splitting nothing with nobody homie I gotta get me me (Cause I'm out here grindin') I ain't slept in 8 days I can go for
they rode to june and glory On a bicycle built for two Hear the past. the song is old. The summer days are through With silver threads among the gold
