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I know it doesn't seem that way |
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But maybe it's the perfect day |
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Even though the bills are piling |
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And maybe Lady Luck ain't smiling |
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But if we'd only open our eyes |
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We'd see the blessings in disguise |
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That all the rain clouds are fountains |
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Though our troubles seem like mountains |
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There's gold in them hills |
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There's gold in them hills |
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So don't lose heart |
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Give the day a chance to start |
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Every now and then life says |
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Where do you think you're going so fast |
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We're apt to think it cruel but sometimes |
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It's a case of cruel to be kind |
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And if we'd get up off our knees |
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Well then we'd see the forest for the trees |
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And we'd see the new sun rising |
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Over the hills and horizon |
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There's gold in them hills |
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There's gold in them hills |
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So don't lose faith |
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Give the world a chance to say... |
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A word or two, my friend |
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There's no telling how the day might end |
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And we'll never know until we see |
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That there's gold in them hills |
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There's gold in them hills |
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So don't lose heart |
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Give the day a chance to start |
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There's gold in them hills... |
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There's gold in them hills... |
