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Golden Floor

"Golden Floor"

October 2013

Tell me that you want to dance
I want to feel your pulse on mine
Just treat me like a stolen glance
To yourself

A dark shape on a golden floor
A sleeping planet with a molten core
From above we'd cut a slow eight shape
And much more...

I'm not afraid of anything
Even time
It'll eke away at everything
But we'll be fine.

~Snow Patrol, Golden Floor

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