| I know it doesn’t seem that way
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| But maybe it’s the perfect day
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| Even though the bills are piling
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| And maybe lady luck ain’t smiling
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| But if we’d only open our eyes
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| We’d see the blessings in disguise
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| That all the rain clouds are fountains
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| Though our troubles seem like mountains
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| There’s gold in them hills
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| There’s gold in them hills
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| So don’t lose heart
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| Give the day a chance to start
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| Every now and then life says
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| Where do you think you’re going so fast
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| We’re apt to think it cruel but sometimes
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| It’s a case of cruel to be kind
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| And if we’d get up off our knees
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| Why then we’d see the forest for the trees
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| And we’d see the new sun rising
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| Over the hills on the horizon
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| There’s gold in them hills
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| There’s gold in them hills
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| So don’t lose faith
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| Give the world a chance to say…
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| A word or two, my friend
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| There’s no telling how the day might end
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| And we’ll never know until we see
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| That there’s gold in them hills
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| There’s gold in them hills
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| So don’t lose heart
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| Give the day a chance to start
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| There’s gold in them hills
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| There’s gold in them hills |