if I was a salesman I'd write for the stars
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but I'd rather give nothing and give it from the heart
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yeah, after the Gold Rush didn't think I'd be alone
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so alone
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Eureka, eureka, eureka I've struck Gold
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its tough being copper when all your friends are gold
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you still hold a value just not the one they want
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after the Gold Rush I thought I'd be someone
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Eureka, eureka, eureka I've struck Gold
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Eureka, eureka, eureka this is gold
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Eureka, I've struck Gold
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Now I just have to follow you down that hole
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after the Gold Rush, didn't think I'd be alone
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yeah, after the Gold Rush, I thought I'd be someone
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after the Gold Rush, didn't think I'd be alone
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yeah, after the Gold Rush, I thought I'd be someone
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after the Gold Rush, didn't think I'd be alone
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yeah, after the Gold Rush, I thought I'd be someone
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Gold Rush
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I Can Make A Mess Like Nobody's Business |