Don Diablo - The Golden Years Lyrics

It's not like it's a matter of life or deathYou've not run out of love yet, there is plenty leftIn this city I knowIn this city I call my homeIt's not like it's a matter of life or deathYou've not run out of love yet, there is plenty leftIn this city I knowIn this city I call my homeIn this city I knowIn this city I call my homeIt's not like it's a matter of life or deathYou've not run out of love yet, there is plenty leftIn this city I knowIn this city I call my homeIn this city I knowIn this city I call my home