From Gold

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I'll hold you, so near and cold
You've exhumed my love

I'm sold and our story will grow old
But, you'll make dust from gold

And I know that your heart was once like mine
Watch all the flaws unwind

And I'll throw my love to the ground
And I'll tear you out
So my heart will be found

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