Silvertongue - Gold

He is racing for gold
Lost time, but he's quicker than most
Will he find it
Will he find it
Can he find it
Can he find it
Run boy, or you won’t make it
You’re tied down, lose the blanket
Feet hurt, hands are shaking
Shape up, you might just take it
He is racing for gold
Fell behind, but he’s coming in close
Will he find it
Will he find it
Can he find it
Can he find it
Run boy, or you won’t make it
You’re tied down, lose the blanket
Feet hurt, hands are shaking
Shape up, you might just take it
Run boy, or you won’t make it
You’re tied down, lose the blanket
Feet hurt, hands are shaking
Shape up, you might just take it

Written by:
Andrew Stevens

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