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Are you in the mood for open fields and latitudes? |
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Stick with me. We'll find the way. |
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Get in the caravan. Flatten out your wrinkled map. |
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And I'll become your fantasy. |
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I dig two days. Not getting us anywhere. |
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I reckon I've got a hungry stare. |
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Going to get gold but I'm off by sevenfold. |
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I'll be on my knees like a preacher. |
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Going to get gold and you're feeling out of control |
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Hold my hand my dreams will complete ya |
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To the day when we steal away |
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I will believe ya, believe ya, believe ya. |
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I'm waking up to drink. My pace is fast and there's a stream. |
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I'll be there to catch you if you fall. |
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So step up to the shade even when the cheering fades. |
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And the crowd of the eyes is ten feet tall. |
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Going to get gold... |
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Treasure well made in a world playing games. |
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It's the journey not the fame in a world playing games. |
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Oh what are we getting? And together we will mine. |
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Sharing our time, hoping to find something sublime just by surprise. |
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It's your first glance in my direction. |
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I will see you and you will pin me down. |
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It's your first glance in my direction. |
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I will see you and you will pin me down. |
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Going to get gold... |
