| Devil’s got his eye on me
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| First there was the thought
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| Then there was a seed
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| Cannot take the hide and seek
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| First there was a thought
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| Then there was a tree
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| But each start has a colour in its heart that gets me thinking
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| Till I flip gold and the eyes do fall apart and sink in
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| But each start has a colour in its heart that gets me thinking
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| Till I flip gold and the eyes do fall apart and sink in
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| I’m coming to in climbing dreams
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| Valley of the hawk
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| Dead upon the breeze
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| You turn to where the eye don’t see
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| Carried through the gorge
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| Kicking in the deep
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| But each start has a colour in its heart that gets me thinking
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| Till I flip gold and the eyes do fall apart and sink in
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| But each start has a colour in its heart that gets me thinking
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| Till I flip gold and the eyes do fall apart and sink in
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| Do what you like
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| Cause I got mine
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| Do what you dare
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| Do what you like
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| Cause I got mine
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| Do what you dare
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| Do what you like
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| Cause I got mine
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| Do what you dare
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| Do what you like
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| Cause I got mine
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| Do what you dare
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| Gold for the beach of time
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| Till we’re done in |