| You can’t find it with the third eye
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| I’ve been thirsting in the mud lands
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| For a well, it can’t run dry, oh Passed down to me through the wind
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| And in the silence of the white sound
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| It’s always hidden in the dark night
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| Dug up from the cold ground
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| But it goes over the heart, and over the head
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| Over and above all the words they said
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| Be still my heart
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| Be still my head
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| Cause I got a goldmine, it’s all mine
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| Nobody can touch this gold of mine
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| I got a goldmine, it’s all mine
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| Nobody can touch this gold of mine
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| I got a goldmine, it’s all mine
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| Nobody can touch this gold of mine
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| It’s been through the brimstone, been through the fire
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| Nobody can touch this gold of mine
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| And it’s burning in the furnace
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| And the fire in the third eye
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| No you won’t find it on the surface
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| It rises out of the war cry
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| This goes over the heart, over the head
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| Go and get past all the words they said
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| Be still in your heart
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| Still in your head
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| They’re all runnin' to the gold rush
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| They’re all runnin' to the river
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| Hey, don’t speak loud, keep it hushed
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| Cause we about to be delivered, ooh
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| I got a goldmine |