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Andrew Joseph Ciardi - Gold Lyrics

[Intro]
How's it feel getting old?
My voice is raspy and my fingertips are getting cold
And I heard there's a storm coming
My lips are cracked and my ruby red nose is running
I think I'll have a cigarette
I wish that I were innocent
When I was young I'd laugh and cry
I might be clever but I sure ain't wise

[Verse]
I'm the king of all the things you want to hear
I'm the son of scum and sum of all your fears
I'm the heir to an unclaimed throne
I'm the face of all your conquests left untold

[Bridge]
It's the fool in us that won't grow up
And eyes for eyes don't reconcile

[Chorus]
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh!
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh!
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh!
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoaaaaaaa!
[Verse]
I'm the king of all the things you want to hear
I'm the son of scum and sum of all your fears
I'm the heir to an unclaimed throne
I'm the face of all your conquests left untold

[Bridge]
It's the fool in us that won't grow up
And eyes for eyes don't reconcile

[Chorus]
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh!
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh!
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh!
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Ohhhhhh...

[Bridge]
It's the fool in us that won't grow up
And eyes for eyes don't reconcile
Whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh
[Chorus]
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh!
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh!
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh!
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
(Whoooooaaa... hey!)

[Outro]
How's it feel getting old?
My voice is raspy and my fingertips are getting cold