Texty: Eric Clapton. Backless. Golden Ring.

He gave to you a golden ring;
It made you happy, it made you sing.
And I played for you on my guitar;
It didn't last long, it didn't go far.

And though the times have changed,
They're rearranged.
Will the ties that bind remain the same?

You came around after a while;
Everyone said that I made you smile.
It all went well, and suddenly then
You heard that he would marry you again.

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Well I know that I have been here before;
I've trod on your wings, I've opened the door.
If I gave to you a golden ring
Would I make you happy, would I make you sing?

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