Rock on Gold dust woman take your silver spoon,
And dig your grave...
Heartless challenge, pick your path, and I`ll pray
Wake up in the morning, see your sunrise, lovers go down.
Lousy lovers pick their pray, but they`ll never cry out loud.
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Did she make you cry? Make you break down? Shatter your illusions of love?
Is it over now? Do you know how? To pick up the pieces and go home...