| From out of the night and into the dawn.
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| The rose-lighted road stretches on and on and on.
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| The carpenters are knockin it up as I, I come into view —
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| How this town grows!
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| I’ve been searchin for the streets of gold.
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| I don’t know, this may be the day.
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| Eldorado is paved with clay.
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| A voice calls from the burning hot,
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| «It ain’t that good but ya know what ya got!»
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| There’s always a sign — a portion that’s blown away.
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| It points to home.
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| Ma, I’m at a pause in a lost highway.
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| Right from the start I knew I was running from you.
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| How do I know?
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| I went searchin for them streets of gold.
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| I don’t know, this may be the day.
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| Eldorado is paved with clay.
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| A voice calls from the burning hot,
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| «It ain’t that good but ya know what ya got!»
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| I been searchin for them streets of gold.
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| I don’t know, this may be the day.
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| Eldorado is paved with clay.
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| A voice calls from the burning hot,
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| «It ain’t that good but ya know what ya got!» |