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I ride a car with broken windows And it is all your fault! What did I get my poor self into... I didn't know your heart is gold... Your heart is gold! Your heart is gold! And it is cold Like a piece of gold! Your heart is gold! But it's not your fault, That to keep your heart You put my call on hold It's not your fault that it gives you pleasure To tell me lies of how we bond. Your heart is gold! Oh what a treasure! And still you don't know what you want... Your heart is gold! Your heart is gold! And it is cold Like a piece of gold! Lo and behold! It's not your fault, That you sold my heart And you made yours gold... You told me lies of how you care... But now I know how things unfold! As years go by, would it be fair That you feel lonely, sad and cold? Your heart is gold! Your heart is gold! And it is cold Like a piece of gold! The things you've told! That it's not your fault If love is dead Then love is sold... Your heart is gold! Your heart is gold! And it is cold Like a piece of gold! Your heart is gold! But it's not your fault, That to keep your heart You put my call on hold (c) Chereal 2010 Mikhail Temkine |