Come on, my friends,
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Let's make for the hills.
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They say there's gold but I'm looking for thrills.
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You can get your hands on whatever we find,
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'cause I'm only coming along for the ride.
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Well, you go on your way and I'll go mine,
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I don't care if we get there on time.
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Everybody's searching for something, they say.
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I'll get my kicks on the way.
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Over the mountains, across the sea
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Who knows what will be waiting for me?
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I could sail forever to strange sounding names.
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Faces of people and places don't change.
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All I have to do is just close my eyes
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To see the sea gulls wheeling in the far distant skies.
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All I want to tell you, all I want to say
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Is count me in on the journey.
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Don't expect me to stay.
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The gold it's in the....
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| Pink Floyd |
