| As I head to the face
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| For California gold
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| From blue cornish beaches
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| Beneath Earth’s soul
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| Never thought I’d say
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| Now I miss the rain
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| But I miss you more
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| I’ve never known such pain
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| Digging deep, biding my time
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| Counting the days, California gold rush
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| And my promise is
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| Just one more time
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| When I’ve made enough
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| I’ll come back to you
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| Digging deep, biding my time
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| Counting the days, California gold rush
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| Digging deep, biding my time
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| Counting the days, California gold rush
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| Long nights, darker days
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| Searching the soul
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| California gold
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| Huddled round a stove
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| Sharing songs of the brave
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| Thought I was digging for glory
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| I was just digging my grave
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| Digging deep, biding my time
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| Counting the days, California gold rush
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| Digging deep, biding my time
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| Counting the days, California gold rush
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| Gold, I was digging for glory
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| I was only digging my grave
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| Gold, I was digging for glory
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| I was only digging my grave
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| Gold, I was digging for glory
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| I was only digging my grave
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| Gold, I was digging for glory
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| I was only digging my grave |