| I don't know where it's taking me, where the curve will take me, where it'll nail me.
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| I will exchange the last nickel, as not the last, I hope, year.
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| And even if there is only wind in my pockets, and it's too late to turn back,
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| But no one will meet me and take away what I am rich with.
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| Chorus:
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| And I don't need mountains of gold and rivers full of wine,
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| And I would have years, young years, and so that my wife would not go to another.
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| I was, and this, oddly enough for many, was incomprehensible, but always mine.
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| I was both poor and rich, I was both old and young.
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| And let it carry me around the wide world, and let my road be nonsense for someone.
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| I will not exchange my last coin for the mint.
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| Chorus:
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| And I don't need mountains of gold and rivers full of wine,
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| And I would have years, young years, and so that my wife would not go to another.
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| And I don't need mountains of gold and rivers full of wine,
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| And I would have years, young years, and so that my wife would not go to another.
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| And I don't need mountains of gold and rivers full of wine,
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| And I would have years, young years, and so that my wife would not go to another.
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| And I don't need mountains of gold and rivers full of wine,
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| And I would have years, young years, and so that my wife would not go to another.
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| And I would have years, young years, and so that my wife would not go to another.
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| And I would have years, young years, and so that my wife would not go to another. |