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Ryan Adams Gold

Enemy fire Enemy blinks Enemy roars his Red colored tanks It's too late baby Baby, it's too late Learn how to change and Maybe I could stay Enemy fire

They slapped them on you Where that bracelet used to be You know the one I bought you in Phoenix Where they sell old jewelry I was trying to make you

"Ah the night, here it comes again" It's on with the jeans, the jacket and the shirt How'd I end up feeling so bad For such a little girl And I hold

Wish I had a Sylvia Plath Busted tooth and a smile Cigarette ashes in her drink Kind that goes out and then sleeps for a week The kind that goes out

gold, silver and gold Silver, silver, silver and gold Tina, Tina Tina street walkin' blues yeah Tina street walkin' blues yeah Silver and gold oh yeah, silver and gold

Poor girl, no ma Nothing much to speak of but a rough diamond Sleep now and your angels will come, dear Poor Matilda Handcuffed hard to the wheel and

Knew I was never gonna talk to you tomorrow Oh, the birds how they sing If you were a bird could you sing me a song of sorrow? 'Cause all I know now from

I want to tell you something that I should've, long ago I wish that you and I had those kids, maybe bought us that home I wish that we were stumbling

of gold, tears of gold en restraint As evidence of the pain that she feels Tears of gold, tears of gold promise the rapture and heal the soul Replacing tears of gold