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Darker timesThey're telling boulder heavy liesLooks like all we've got is each otherThe truth is obsoleteRemember when all I had was my motherShe didn't compromiseShe could recognizeVoodooOur daughters and our sonsAre just candles in the sunVoodooDon't let him see divideDon't you let her see divideVoodooShe's got the whole wide world in her juicy fruitHe's got the whole wide world in his pantsHe wrapped the whole wide world in a wedding bandThen put the whole wide world on her handsShe's got the whole wide world in her handsHe's got the whole wide world in his handsThere's somethin' about youI can't believe I'm even talking to you, tellin' you this right nowYou're specialI wish you could see what I seeShe peels an orange for us in the morningShe woke me up to give me halfI can hear the children talk of ballin'Like wildcats running on the grass, heyYou're a girl on this islandI'm a boy from AmericaMy flight leaves tonight, but I don't think I'm going backwardsI won't be going backwards[Hook]You're my golden girlYou're the one I've chosen girlYou're 24kYou make it bright when it's greyYou're my golden girlThe sun has been kind to youYou're 24k (Girl)But the sky's never grey (Never grey)Silent moments, meditative posesYou break my focus, you make me laughTwo mopeds racing through the forestMaking dirt clouds on a path, on a pathI'm my best on this islandI'm a mess in AmericaMy flight left last night, but I knowI'm not going back home, yeahI'm not going back home, no[Hook]If we build a house in paradise, will we get to heaven still?If we don't have to live through hell just to get to heavenI'mma stay right here with youTil the hurricane comes, 'til the tsunami comes, I've found my girl[Hook][Tyler, The Creator]Um, you're my G-O L-D E-N G-I R-LAnd that's for the females that can't spell, butThanks for fucking with meYou turn my dark into light, you're like a bucket of bleachYou see, I want you to know thatMy negatives at home aren't working for my KodakSo that means that I don't want to go backJust know that I would like to stay here and hold thatHand of yours, girl I'm a wreck in AmericaYour face is the bestcause it's the same color as the lace on my neckAnd you're golden, uh, your eyes open, fuck itLet's toast and listen to Michael BoltonI free-fall off the hill againLet's see where I land, I'm like GilliganUm, I trust you, Golden, for wed ringI'm just hopin' that you don't turn my neck green
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