And no one calls us to move on

And no one forces down our eyes

And no one speaks and no one tries

No one flies around the sun
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The Gold It's In The
 

Музыка: Уотерс, Гилмор
Текст: Уотерс, Гилмор
Вокал: Гилмор, Райт

Come on, my friends, let's make it for the hills
They say there's gold but I'm looking for thrills
You can get your hands on what-ever we find
'cause 'm only comin' 'long for the ride
Well, you go your way, I'll go mine
I don't care if we get there on time
Ev'rybody's searching for something, they say
I'll get my kicks on the way

Over the mountains, across the seas
Who knows what will 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 sea gulls wheeling in those far distant skies
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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