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Gold lion is
Gonna tell me where the lot is Gold lion is Gonna tell me where the lot is Take our hands Out of control Take our hands Out of control Now tell me what you saw Tell me what you saw There was a crowd in scene Inside, outside I must have done of dozen each It was a hide I threw the weight The shell was crushing you I been around a few Tell me what you saw I'll tell you what to Ooo, ooo Ooo, ooo Ooo, ooo Aww, ooo Ooo, ooo Ooo, ooo Ooo, ooo Aww, aww Gold lion is Gonna tell me where the lot is Gold lion is Gonna tell me where the lot is Take our hands Out of control Take our hands Out of control Outside, inside This is a move without a tide We'll build a fire in your eyes We'll build a fire; when the covers Getting brighter Cold desire Makes a move without a tide Tell me what you saw I'll tell you what to Ooo, ooo Ooo, ooo Ooo, ooo Aww, ooo Ooo, ooo Ooo, ooo Ooo, ooo Aww, aww Ooo, ooo Ooo, ooo Ooo, ooo Aww, ooo Ooo, ooo Ooo, ooo Ooo, ooo Aww, aww |
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