Heart of Gold (feat. Diego & Rich Cafe) - Jayson Paris

I want to live I want to give I've been a miner for a heart of gold It's these expressions I'd never give It keeps me searching for a heart of gold And I'm getting old It keeps me searching for a heart of gold And I'm getting old Oh... help me somebody... mmhmmm I've been to Hollywood I've been to Redwood I've crossed the ocean for a heart of gold I've been in my mind It's such a fine line It keeps me searching for a heart of gold And I'm getting old It keeps me searching for a heart of gold And I'm getting old It keeps me searching for a heart of gold It keeps me searching for a heart of gold It keeps me searching and I'm growing old It keeps me searching for a heart of gold It keeps me searching and I'm growing old It keeps me searching for a heart of gold And I'm getting old

I wanna live I wanna give I've been a miner for a heart of gold It's these expressions I never give That keeps me searching for a heart of gold And I'm getting old It keeps me searching for a heart of gold And I'm getting old I've been to Hollywood I've been to Redwood I crossed the ocean for a heart of gold I've been in my mind It's such a fine line That keeps me searching for a heart of gold And I'm getting old That keeps me searching for a heart of gold And I'm getting old You keep me searching for a heart of gold I've been a miner for a heart of gold And I'm getting old

Ooh-ooh, ah-ah-ah Ooh-ooh, ah-ah-ah This time her mind is made up Yeah, she's moving on It's not like her spirit's crushed It's just she don't belong Maybe she thinks too much She thinks she's given enough God only knows she's got a heart of gold Always looking for love She's beginning to think she's cursed On her looks she judged By the folks at work All alone the night she's cried Silently, she's filled with pride One day they'll know She's got a heart of gold And she sings: "I want to know what love is but, it seems to come with so much pain If no one wants to show me, it seems easier just to run away When I am gone, it's just a penny for my soul But God he knows I got a heart of gold" Been coming 'round here Since she's a little girl But now the change is clear We live in a cynical world She don't care for fashion and fame Those kind of people, they are all the same They don't wanna know, she's got a heart of gold And she sings: "I want to know what love is but, it seems to come with so much pain If no one wants to show me, it seems easier just to run away When I am gone, it's just a penny for my soul But God he knows I got a heart of gold" To see her footsteps in the snow And she sings: "I want to know what love is but, it seems to come with so much pain If no one wants to show me, it seems easier just to run away When I am gone, it's just a penny for my soul But God he knows I got a heart of gold" Ooh-ooh, ah-ah-ah

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