Golden Brown - The Stranglers (slowed, reverb)

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

Every time, just like the last
On the ship, tight to the mast
Two distant lands, takes both my hands
Never a frown, with golden brown

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Golden brown, fine attempt dress
Through the ages, she's heading west
From far away, stays for a day
Never a frown, with golden brown

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