Heard a lullaby
It made the children hide
Underneath their beds
The story of their lives
And he is not impressed
Cos his favorite color
His favorite color
His color is gold
Cos his favorite color
His favorite color
His color is gold
How's he getting by
With little or no desire?
One can only guess
In spite of precious time
At least enjoy what's left
Cos his favorite color
His favorite color
His color is gold
Cos his favorite color
His favorite color
His color is gold
Once in a lifetime
Is now twice the regret
It'll go straight to his head
Oh...
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