this song is really really close to me.....here's wot it means to me.."When I was littleWhats up was a riddleI sang it with my fiddleAll the while,When I turned in SilverAll that was left to mingleWas how it tingledEverytime I played it overAnd overI dont want your Gold ,For I cant sell my soulAnymore ,Anymore...."
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