Tekster: Nico. The End. We've Got The Gold.

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We've got the gold, we do not seem too old
We've got the gold, we do not seem too old
A pity does not bear a single flower
A pity does not bear a single flower

Very proud and very poor
You're walking on your prison floor
A pity does not bear a single flower
A pity does not bear a single flower

Very proud and very poor
I'm waiting at your prison floor
A pity does not bear a single flower
A pity does not bear a single flower

We've got the gold, we do not seem too old
We've got the gold, we do not seem too old
We've got the gold, we do not seem too old