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I've heard whispers and tail of a gold rush, |
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and digging through the hills to find your lives. |
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Soon they'll sail through days and they'll melt away |
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mansions made skin and ivory white |
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All I want is to be with you |
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from the worries that wait to worry me |
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Ahhh~ I want that gold |
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I'm gonna bring it home |
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I'm gonna put my feet on the road |
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I want that gold |
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I'm gonna bring it home |
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I'm gonna put my feet on the road |
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and get that gold |
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you were sparkling down like a snow flake |
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through maple trees everything was green |
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your silver glaze arranged as if to say |
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gold is only good as what it needs |
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If I look I will forget that shine |
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you're reflection will penetrate my mind |
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So flow into the light |
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I want that gold |
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I'm gonna bring it home |
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I'm gonna put my feet on the road |
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I want that gold |
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I'm gonna bring it home |
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I'm gonna put my feet on the road |
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and get that gold |