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Frances
Performer
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Frances
Songwriter
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Frances
Producer
Lyrics
Money don't come 'round
Too often in this town
I could sell all of my stuff
Still never have enough
My love, you're worth the weight of the ocean in gold
My love, you're worth the weight of the ocean in gold
Ivy's overgrown
In the palace we call home
There's cracks in every wall
But funny, I don't care at all
'Cause my love, you're worth the weight of the ocean in gold
My love, you're worth the weight of the ocean in gold (in gold)
It gives me butterflies, butterflies
'Cause you're the only reason we survive
It gives my butterflies
To wrap my mind around you, around you
My love, you're worth the weight of the ocean in gold (in gold)
My love, you're worth the weight of the ocean in gold
Money don't come round
Too often in this town
My love, you're worth the weight of the ocean in gold
My love, you're worth the weight of the ocean in gold
Writer(s): Sophie Frances Cooke
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