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There's some gold |
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In my bones |
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That I told you about. |
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So I'm pulling out my teeth and |
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Burying them deep under ground. |
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There's some lights |
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In your eyes |
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That I follow about. |
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But they're dimming quick, |
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and you're getting sick, so now I wander out alone. |
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All my love |
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Is circling the drain now. |
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All my love |
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Won't bring you back to me. |
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Oh my God |
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I'm wasting away. |
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Pulled flowers at my feet |
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Lost in the wind. |
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There's a ghost |
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In the sky and in |
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All my fields of stars. |
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So I'm following the wind and |
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Singing all my hymns in the dark. |
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And when I shake your shadow from the trees. |
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Theres a color in your eyes that |
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Nobody knows but me. |
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All my love |
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Is circling the drain now. |
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All my love |
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Won't bring you back to me. |
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Oh my God |
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I'm wasting away. |
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Pulled flowers at my feet |
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Lost in the wind. |
