Sometimes when I get in my zone, you'd think I was stoned
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But I never as they say, touched the stuff
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I might be adrift, but I'm still alert
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Concentrate my hurt into a gold tone
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Golden tones
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In the night when all hibernates I stay awake
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Searching the deep, dark depths of my soul tone
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Golden tones
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Gold tones
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There's a place in my heart for all of my friends
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Some have stepped out but some check back in
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Been livin' my life on the run, from day one
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Every day is "hey, so are they"
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But if I been lookin' back today
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Lookin' back in gold tones
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Yeah, yeah
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In the night when all hibernates I stay awake
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Searching the deep, dark depths of my soul tone
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Golden tones
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Yeah, yeah
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I been all around, been up and down
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This round world that is always turning
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Til some day or so they say
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When a-hey, hey, I wanna hear a gold tone
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Sometimes as I'm floating away I wish I could stay
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Then I arrive among the dropping flies
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There's in my heart, been trying to locate
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It's somewhere within and it's for them that is gold tones
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Yeah, yeah
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In the night when all hibernates I stay awake
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Searching the deep, dark depths of my soul tone
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Golden tones
|
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Sometimes when I get in my zone, you'd think I was stoned
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But I never as they say, touched the stuff
|
|
I might be adrift, but I'm still alert
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Concentrate my hurt into a gold tone
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Yeah, yeah
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Goldtone
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| Kurt Vile |
