| Born tonight there’s another great fire
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| Every night, start another great fire
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| These ships can build themselves
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| Why should we stick around
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| Sheath all your weapons and head for the South
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| There’s gold in those hills
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| Those hills are your standard and
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| We could be something in a new location
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| We could be something in a new location
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| Did you ever study the Israelites
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| They made a new life for themselves
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| With such a peculiar change
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| A crazy or graphic or dietary switch
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| The duty’s the same for us Sheath all your weapons and head for the South
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| There’s gold in those hills
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| Those hills are your standard and
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| We could be something in a new location
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| We could be something in a new location (x2)
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| So don’t go draw the blinds
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| Horizons are our fortunes
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| I’ll raise the mast alone
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| And force you all to see my thoughts
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| That this neighbourhood’s flooded
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| The honeymoon’s done
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| And our talents are wasted on beggars and scum
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| When in paradise we could be healthy and free
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| Pumped full of butter smiling throughout
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| Sheath all your weapons and head for the South
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| There’s gold in those hills
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| Those hills are your standard and
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| We could be something in a new location
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| We could be something in a new location
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| Sheath all your weapons and give up the fight
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| A prospector can dream
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| And a dream’s what we’ll have tonight
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| We could be something in a new location
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| If that one change could make all the difference |