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Sarah and the Sundays - Golden lyrics

Artist: Sarah and the Sundays

album: So You're Mad About the Cups


The golden ray
That caught us all by storm
Won't walk away
Will leave me feeling
Weathered and worn
I sometimes wish
I wasn't born
Wasn't born
I'm always feeling
Somewhat torn
Somewhat torn
The sun-dried shell
So bleakly immature
A lonesome hell
In deep pursuit of
A civil war
I sometimes wish
I wasn't born
Wasn't born
I'm always feeling
Somewhat torn
Somewhat torn

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