Hands of Gold Letra

Tall Like Tyrion

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Letra de Hands of Gold
He rode through the streets of the city
Down from his hill on high
Over the winds and the steps and the cobbles
He rode to a woman's cry

For she was his secret treasure
She was his shame and bliss
And a chain and a keep are nothing
Compared to a woman's kiss

For hands of gold are always cold but a woman's hands are warm
For hands of gold are always cold but a woman's hands are warm