Been looking at mountains made of glitter and gold
Looking at diamonds shining straight from your soul
I slide down waterfalls that run through your veins
Do you know it? Gotta own it
I hear angels singing sweet melodies
Like a feather flowing soft on a breeze
A little devil putting tricks up my sleeve
Shall I chase him just to face him?
Writer(s): Ilse A. De Lange, Matthijs Duijvenbode Van, Niels Zuiderhoek
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