Gold

Does this gold feel cold when you hold it?
'Cause this gold feels cold when it's on my chest
And hope feels hopeless
Only feel at home, when I'm in my bed
I hope you haven't noticed
I hope you haven't noticed



Credits
Writer(s): Frankie Thomas Stew, Harvey Elliot Gunn-humphryes
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