Lyrics Hotel Books – Run Wild, Young Beauty
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Sometimes I feel like some sort of gold being
I’m some sort of metal that only has purpose
When someone needs something
And people wouldn’t chase after me if it wasn’t for greed
And my hopes and dreams are put on display for all to see
But under heat, they bend and they bleed
And maybe you couldn’t tell, this was once beautiful
It’s pure gold, just covered in black ink
Covered in the charcoal remains of ashes
From the last time someone burned me
But baby, I can be something you need
So bend me in that fire until I fit a shape
That can offer you some sort of utility
Cause I can see you, but I can’t touch you, and I can touch you, but I can’t feel you
And I can feel you, but I can’t see you. I used to, but then I went blind
Mend me into a cup, so when you get too drunk, you’ll think of me
Or mend me into a ring, or some sort of jewelry
So I can hold some sort of diamond within me
And people won’t notice me, but they’ll see I possess something with beauty
Make me into the buckles for the shoes on your feet, so when you run away
From this broken down street, you can take me with you when you chase your dream
Or make me into a music box so when I am opened, people can feel enlightened
Make me into a trophy, so someone can hold me high
As they boast to the sky that they don’t need anything
Make me into a medallion, a true sign of victory
Not as flashy as a trophy, so it possesses some dignity
Make me into a locket that you can wear around your neck
So I can possess a picture of the man who made you feel the best
Or at least better than I ever did
Cause I can touch you, but I can’t see you, and I can see you, but I can’t feel you
Well I can feel you, but I can’t touch you, I used to, but then you left my life
You’re not one to look for gold, or any other sort of monetary value
And that’s why I’ll always love you. That’s why I’ll always love you
So don’t make me into anything you might lose
Please just don’t make me into another excuse
Just make me feel like me so I can make you feel like you
I can feel you, I can touch you, and I can’t see you
Where have you gone?
Just don’t make me into another excuse
Just make me into something you can use
Just make me feel like me, so I can make you feel like you
Cause I can feel you, but I can’t see you, and I can see you, but I can’t touch you, and I can touch you, but I can’t feel you
All I can feel is that your love makes me feel alive
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Hotel Books – Hotel Books - Run Wild, Young Beauty
