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Pink Floyd - The gold it's in the...


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Come on, my friends, 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,
            E                   D    A
'Cause I'm only coming along for the ride.
      B
Well, you go your way, I'll go mine.
G
I don't care if we get there on time.
A
Everybody's searching for something, they say.
 F
I'll get my kicks on the way.

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Over the mountains, across the seas,
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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.
 B
All I have to do is just close my eyes
   G
To see the seagulls wheeling in those far distant skies.
A
All I want to tell you,
                              F
all I want to say is count me in on the journey.

Don't expect me to stay.

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