| When I left I was leaving with a brother
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| Him and me, all we had was one another
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| We were young, it was springtime
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| And our dreams of gold were grand
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| Oh, Kristina, gold can turn to sand
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| Down that long, blazing trail
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| I walked beside him
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| He grew weak, and he leaned on me to guide him
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| Though I doubted our future in that godforsaken land
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| Oh, Kristina, gold can turn to sand
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| Still he shared in my dream
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| No matter how mad
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| He believed in me
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| I was all that he had
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| And I was glad of his company
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| In the desert, beyond the burning prairie
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| We got lost, we were foolish and unwary
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| Just how thirsty and desperate
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| You would never understand
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| Oh, Kristina, gold can turn to sand
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| Still I willed him along
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| I taught him the Song of the Ocean Wave
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| He, who shared in my quest,
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| Now laid to rest
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| in a lonely grave
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| From a well that was poisoned he drank water
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| And he died where he fell — a beast to slaughter
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| As his eyes slowly faded
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| His old watch fell from his hand
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| Oh, Kristina, gold can turn to sand
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| Oh, Kristina, gold can turn to sand |