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Golden Boy Video (MV)




Performed By: Ian Waddill
Language: English
Length: 3:28
Written by: Howard Waddill




Ian Waddill - Golden Boy Lyrics
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Find me when you're ready
I'm not one to doubt
You'll be fine without me
You will figure it out
Lately we've been missing
What they call a spark
Maybe feelings tore
Us apart
One cold autumn evening
Breath fogged up the glass
Froze in my reflection
What would come to pass
Turned my back on
Warmth inside your arms
Never thought you could miss me
Till i'm gone
Till i'm gone
There she goes with that golden boy
Green with envy and perched with poise
Painting her pictures with iron and lead
Smiling wide from the cyanide that runs through her head
At my house
Writing on the wall
Chest puffed out
I'll just hang around here
In your room
Under sheets of satin
Share my body with
Eager eyes
Eager eyes
There she goes with that golden boy
Green with envy and perched with poise
Painting her pictures with iron and lead
Smiling wide from the cyanide that runs through her head
One cold autumn evening
Breath fogged up the glass
Froze in my reflection
What would come to pass
Turned my back on
Warmth inside your arms
Never thought you could miss me
Till i'm gone
Till i'm gone
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Find me when you're ready
I'm not one to doubt
You'll be fine without me
You will figure it out
Lately we've been missing
What they call a spark
Maybe feelings tore
Us apart
One cold autumn evening
Breath fogged up the glass
Froze in my reflection
What would come to pass
Turned my back on
Warmth inside your arms
Never thought you could miss me
Till i'm gone
Till i'm gone
There she goes with that golden boy
Green with envy and perched with poise
Painting her pictures with iron and lead
Smiling wide from the cyanide that runs through her head
At my house
Writing on the wall
Chest puffed out
I'll just hang around here
In your room
Under sheets of satin
Share my body with
Eager eyes
Eager eyes
There she goes with that golden boy
Green with envy and perched with poise
Painting her pictures with iron and lead
Smiling wide from the cyanide that runs through her head
One cold autumn evening
Breath fogged up the glass
Froze in my reflection
What would come to pass
Turned my back on
Warmth inside your arms
Never thought you could miss me
Till i'm gone
Till i'm gone
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Writer: Howard Waddill
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