You said love was painted gold,
But like all things growing old.
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I have to leave somehow,
But I’ll never leave this town.
Pictures from the past right here back in front you,
The shapes are the same but the colours are a different hue.
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We both know we could be someone better,
Not with our heads like London weather.
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Said love was painted gold, like all things growing old,
The paint peels and slowly falls, you already know.
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