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Yellow Like Gold

This song is by Chamberlain and appears on the album Fate's Got a Driver (1996).

Frail like dreams, I had crossed a thought - thin line I'd never seen
I know that dreams turn nails to leaves and this deceiver is someon I can't keep at bay
So I blame me whenever I let my ghost stray
I blame the honest man with his heart in his hand
And I come harboring secrets in the night
Knowing that beneath this skin lies a man waiting to come alive
This is the sound thoughts make like ballads from the barrel of a gun
And I "at my sky blue trades" fade back to where I came from
I blame the honest man with his heart in his hand

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