| Don’t cry, don’t sigh, it’s just a little
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| Stone’s throw from home, where you belong
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| And a little time, just a little time might be alright
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| You can’t start over again, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
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| This is where my sun comes up now
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| This is my moon rises
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| All the streets are made of gold
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| And I can see my future shinin'
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| Is it El Dorado?
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| It’s another cold day, another cold day all alone
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| In the city, yeah you wanna go home, you can never go home
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| Even if you’re willing
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| And a little time, just a little time might be alright
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| You can’t start over again, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
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| This is where my sun comes up now
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| This is my moon rises
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| All the streets are made of gold
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| And I can see my future shinin'
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| But is it El Dorado?
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| You came too far to end with nothing
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| So you better walk on, yeah, you better walk on
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| Like nothing’s wrong
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| No, you’ll never give in, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
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| Just another face in the crowd
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| Comin' up for air before I drown
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| Listen to the sirens wail
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| I can’t seem to get the scream out loud
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| Is it El Dorado?
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| But is it El Dorado? |