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[intro] |
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gleaming, twinkling |
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eyes like sinking |
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ships on waters |
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so inviting, i almost jump in |
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[chorus] |
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but i dont like a gold rush, gold rush |
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i dont like anticipatin my face in a red flush |
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i dont like that anyone would die to feel your touch |
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everybody wants you |
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everybody wonders what it would be like to love you |
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walk past, quick brush |
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i dont like slow motion, double vision in rose blush |
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i dont like that falling feels like flying til the bone crush |
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everybody wants you |
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but i dont like a gold rush |
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[verse 1] |
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what must it be like to grow up that beautiful? |
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with your hair falling into place like dominoes |
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i see me padding across your wooden floors |
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with my eagles t-shirt hanging from the door |
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at dinner parties, i call you out on your contrarian shit |
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and the coastal town we wandered round had nеver seen a love as pure as it |
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and thеn it fades into the gray of my day-old tea |
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cause it could never be |
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[chorus] |
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cause i dont like a gold rush, gold rush |
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i dont like anticipatin my face in a red flush |
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i dont like that anyone would die to feel your touch |
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everybody wants you |
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everybody wonders what it would be like to love you |
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walk past, quick brush |
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i dont like slow motion, double vision in rose blush |
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i dont like that falling feels like flying til the bone crush |
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everybody wants you |
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but i dont like a gold rush |
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[verse 2] |
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what must it be like to grow up that beautiful? |
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with your hair falling into place like dominoes |
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my mind turns your life into folklore |
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i cant dare to dream about you anymore |
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at dinner parties i wont call you out on your contrarian shit |
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and the coastal town we never found will never see a love as pure as it |
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cause it fades into the gray of my day-old tea |
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cause it will never be |
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[outro] |
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gleaming, twinkling |
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eyes like sinking |
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ships on waters |
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so inviting, i almost jump in |