Come on my friend, let's make for the hills They say there's gold and I'm looking for thrills You can get your hands on whatever we find 'cause I've only come along for the ride Well you go your way and I'll go mine I don't care if we get there on time Everybody's searching for something, they say I'll get my kicks on the way Over the mountains, across the sea Who knows what may be waiting for me I could sail forever to strange sounding names Faces of people and places don't change All I have to do is just close my eyes To see the seagulls wheeling in the far distant skies All I wanna tell you, all I wanna say Is count me in on the journey, don't expect me to stay |
domingo, 1 de mayo de 2011
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