Pure Gold

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Hey don't touch the door

Because the door will surely kill you

I hear you saying that you don't see what I mean

Well you better look again

Stop looking at the floor

Because the whole building's turning, and turning, and

turning

And don't touch the door

Can't you see the door's burning?

And all at once the street is filled with light

And all at once the street is filled with sound

When I hold you I know our number's being called

somewhere

Let them come on down