Pink Floyd — The Gold Is In The… (Waters, Gilmour)
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Come on, my friends, let’s make for the hills.
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They say there’s gold but I’m looking for thrills.
E D A
You can get your hands on whatever we find,
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‘Cause I’m only coming along for the ride.
B
Well, you go your way, I’ll go mine.
G
I don’t care if we get there on time.
A
Everybody’s searching for something, they say.
F
I’ll get my kicks on the way.
E D A
Over the mountains, across the seas,
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Who knows what will be waiting for me?
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I could sail forever to strange sounding names.
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Faces of people and places don’t change.
B
All I have to do is just close my eyes
G
To see the seagulls wheeling in those far distant skies.
A F
All I want to tell you, all I want to say is count me in on the journey.
Don’t expect me to stay.
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