Days are cold, hearts cold. Where’s your heart? Miss all times. Don’t know where you be. Find your place. Hearts cold, world cold.
You know you are. Can’t find way. I can’t, I can’t I can’t. World cold heart cold. Look at your heart, see who you are. Don’t let cold hearts touch a gold heart.
One heart made of gold. Other of darkness. Yours of gold, when you touch hearts, so cold, come alive to gold like yours.
Posted on August 29, 2009 at 8:29am
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