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Pink Floyd

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The Gold It's In The

Pink Floyd

Come on, my friends let's make for the hills.
They say there's gold but I'm looking for thrills.
You can get your hands on whatever we find,
Cause I'm only comin' 'long for the ride.
Well, you go your way, I'll go mine.
I don't care if we get there on time.
Ev'rybody's searching for something they say.
I'll get my kicks on the way.
Over the mountain, across the seas,
Who knows what will be waiting for me?
I could sail forever to strange sounding names.
Faces of people and places don't change.
All I have to do is close my eyes
To see the sea gulls wheeling in those far distant skies.

All I want to tell you, all I want to say
Is count me in on the journey,
Don't expect me to stay.

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