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We've all tried to look |
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To narrow the truth |
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No person can tell |
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Where it came from, what it means oh where it's been |
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We've heard it exists |
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It's written and shared |
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No words can explain |
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Where it came from, what it means or where it's been |
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We know it's been taught |
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It's praised and it's locked |
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No one can explain |
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Where it came from, what it means or where it's been |
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It's shaped like a heart |
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Where treasures have pasts |
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And out there somewhere |
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It's hidden and scared |
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Remains to be found |
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Remains to be found |
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Remains to be found |
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Holding its own ground |
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It's shaped like a beast |
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Where gold is for thieves |
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And out there somewhere it's shallow it's fair |
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Remains to be found |
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Remains to be found |
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Remains to be found |
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Holding its own ground |
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It's shaped like a heart |
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Where treasures have pasts |
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And out there somewhere |
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It's hidden and scared |
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Remains to be found |
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Remains to be found |
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Remains to be found |
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Holding its own ground |
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It's shaped like a beast |
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Where gold is for thieves |
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And out there somewhere |
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It's shallow it's fair |
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Remains to be found |
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Remains to be found |
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Remains to be found |
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Holding its own ground |
