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we believe in mountains of gold |
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and the story of the sea |
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we believe in rhythms untold |
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we believe in endless fields of nothin' yeah |
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so go on and leave me with your bustlin' |
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don't try to tell me, you have gone away |
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little boy wake up, wake up fast |
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you know this life ain't never gonna last |
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always on the wrong side of those railroad tracks |
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never, ever, ever looking back |
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don't try to tell me or even sell me |
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just give me what you're walkin' on |
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history's your lesson, indeed your question |
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just give me what you're walkin on |
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you look tired my friend from living |
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just outside those walls |
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you look tired my friend and so |
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your voice surely calls |
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we believe in mountains of gold |
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and the story of the sea |
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we believe in rhythms untold |
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we believe in endless fields of nothin' yeah |
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so go on and leave me with your bustlin' |
