| I’ll start a fire with sticks
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| I’ll put it out with my fist
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| I’ll swim across the sound
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| I’ll build a house in the trees
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| We’ll live wherever we please
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| And never settle down
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| Away from here, away from here
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| Towards the purple sky
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| Your future is bright
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| And my fingers callous
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| While we’re tasting time
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| And I’ll build sound from a hole in the ground
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| And I’ll build sound from a hole in the ground
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| I’ll dig until we find gold
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| Run until we grow old
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| We’ll never touch the ground
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| I’ll build a home on the sea
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| We’ll swim wherever we please
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| Searching for the shore
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| Far away from here, far away from here
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| Towards the purple sky
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| Your future is bright
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| And my fingers balanced
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| While we’re tasting time
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| And I’ll build sound from a hole in the ground
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| And I’ll build sound from a hole in the ground
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| And I’ll build sound from a hole in the ground
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| And I’ll build sound from a hole in the ground
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| We are golden, we’re gold
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| We’re golden
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| We are golden, we’re gold
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| We’re golden
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| Far away from here, towards the burning sky
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| Away from here
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| And I’ll build sound from a hole in the ground
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| And I’ll build sound from a hole in the ground
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| And I’ll build sound from a hole in the ground
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| And I’ll build sound from a hole in the ground |