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The Stranglers


Golden Brown

Golden brown
texture like sun

Lays me down
with my mind she runs

Throughout the night
no need to fight

Never a frown
with golden brown.
Ev'ry time
just like the last

On her ship tied to the mast

To distant lands
takes both my hands

Never a frown
with golden brown.
Golden brown
finer temptress

Through the age she's heading west.
From far away
stays for a day

Never a frown
with golden brown.
Never a frown with golden brown

Never a frown with golden brown
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