| And I hope that when the sun shines you’ll bathe in gold
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| Gold like my mum’s marigolds
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| Gold like my old man’s
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| Walking through the sand after dipping his toes
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| Gold out in Silverado
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| The mountains tumble and roll
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| The leaves in the trees they flow in the breeze that blows
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| Gold like this marlboro eye glow
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| Yeah
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| And I trust that you’ll find
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| You can hold your own and I’ll hold mine
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| Yeah
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| And this ocean between us
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| I dream to swim in it time after time
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| You see, my best friend moved to California
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| And I can hardly blame him for that
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| He said he skates down the beach and the air smells like coconuts
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| I can hardly blame him for that
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| Sometimes we’re struggling to write back
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| If only I could get a plane, lean back and lift off
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| Like driftwood on the sea, we could drift off
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| And pick up once again from where we left off
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| Like driftwood on the sea, we could drift off
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| And pick up once again from where we left off
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| And I’ll stay days out here waiting for you
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| And I’ll stay days out here waiting for you
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| And I’ll stay days out here waiting for you
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| And I’ll stay days out here waiting for you |