| Sometimes when I get in my zone, you’d think I was stoned
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| But I never as they say, touched the stuff
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| I might be adrift, but I’m still alert
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| Concentrate my hurt into a gold tone
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| Golden tones
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| In the night when all hibernates I stay awake
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| Searching the deep, dark depths of my soul tone
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| Golden tones
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| Gold tones
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| There’s a place in my heart for all of my friends
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| Some have stepped out but some check back in
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| Been livin' my life on the run, from day one
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| Every day is «hey, so are they»
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| But if I been lookin' back today
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| Lookin' back in gold tones
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| Yeah, yeah
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| In the night when all hibernates I stay awake
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| Searching the deep, dark depths of my soul tone
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| Golden tones
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| Yeah, yeah
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| I been all around, been up and down
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| This round world that is always turning
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| Til some day or so they say
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| When a-hey, hey, I wanna hear a gold tone
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| Sometimes as I’m floating away I wish I could stay
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| Then I arrive among the dropping flies
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| There’s in my heart, been trying to locate
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| It’s somewhere within and it’s for them that is gold tones
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| Yeah, yeah
|
| In the night when all hibernates I stay awake
|
| Searching the deep, dark depths of my soul tone
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| Golden tones
|
| Sometimes when I get in my zone, you’d think I was stoned
|
| But I never as they say, touched the stuff
|
| I might be adrift, but I’m still alert
|
| Concentrate my hurt into a gold tone
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| Yeah, yeah |