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Lyrics. He rode through the streets of the city, down from his hill on high, O'er the wynds and the steps and the cobbles, he rode to a woman 's sigh. For she was his secret treasure, she was his shame and his bliss. And a chain and a keep are nothing, compared to a woman's kiss.
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Hands of Gold. [Chorus] He rode through the streets of the city. Down from his hill on high. O'er the winds and the steps and the cobble. He rode to a woman's sigh. For she was his secret treasure. She was his shame and his bliss. And a chain and a keep are nothing.
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He rode through the streets of the city Down from his hill on high O' er the winds and the steps and the cobble He rode to woman's sigh For she was his secret treasure She was his shame and his bliss And a chain and a keep are nothing Compared to a woman's kiss For a hands of gold are always cold
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The song goes, "He rode through the streets of the city, down from his hill on high, O'er the wynds and the steps and the cobbles, he rode to a woman's sigh. For she was his secret treasure.
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[Verse] He rode through the streets of the city Down from his hill on high O'er the wynds and the steps and the cobble He rode to a woman's sigh For she was his secret treasure She was his shame.
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He rode through the streets of the city Down from his hill on high O'er the winds and the steppes and the cobble He rode to a woman's side For she was his secret treasure She was his shame and his bliss And a chain and a keep are nothing Compared to a woman's kiss For hands of gold are always cold But a woman's hands are warm
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He rode through the streets of the city Down from his hill on high O'er the winds and the steps and the cobble He rode to a woman's side For she was his secret treasure She was his shame and his bliss And a chain and a keep are nothing Compared to a woman's kiss [Chorus] For hands of gold are always cold But a woman's hands are warm
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[Chorus] He rode through the streets of the city Down from his hill on high O'er the winds and the steps and the cobble He rode to a woman's sigh For she was his secret treasure She was his shame.
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[Verse] Am He rode through the streets of the city Em Down from his hill on high Am O'er the wynds and the steps and the cobble Em He rode to a woman's sigh Am For she was his secret treasure Em She was his shame and his bliss Am And a chain and a keep are nothing Em Compared to a woman's kiss.
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He rode through the streets of the city Down from his hill on high O'er the winds and the steppes and the cobble He rode to a woman's side For she was his secret treasure She was his shame and his bliss And a chain and a keep are nothing Compared to a woman's kiss. For hands of gold are always cold But a woman's hands are warm. And there he stood with sword in hand The Last of Darry's ten And.
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He rode through the streets of the city Down from his hill on high O'er the winds and the steps and the cobbles He rode to a woman's sigh For she was his secret treasure She was his shame and bliss And a chain and a keep are nothing Compared to a woman's kiss For hands of gold are always cold But a woman's hands are warm
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He rode through the streets of the city. Down from his hill on high. O' er the winds and the steps and the cobble. He rode to woman's sigh. For she was his secret treasure. She was his shame and his bliss. And a chain and a keep are nothing. Compared to a woman's kiss. For a hands of gold are always cold.
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Create and get +5 IQ. Am He rode through the streets of the city G Em Down from his hill on high Am O'er the winds and the steppes and the cobbles G Em He rode to a woman's side Am For she was his secret treasure G Em She was his shame and his bliss Am And a chain and a keep are nothing Em G Compared to a woman's kiss F G For hands of gold are.
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He rode through the streets of the city, down from his hill on high, A King's Landing singer, Symon Silver Tongue, pens the lines in A Storm of Swords, the third book in the series, as a means.
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