Golden - Sarah and the Sundays

Golden

Sarah and the Sundays

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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

- It's already the end -