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  1. Gold

From the recording American Dream

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GOLD

I hear you from far and I'm resting my shoes
I'm calling for the God that won't answer for good
Mother says no and they're all coming back
When this life turnes out to be a mine full of gold

I may not forgive and I may not rest my soul
I go burning through the yards

Calling for help ol' Mother ol' Child
Slow down your fade, slow down your pride
Won't you just leave us and burn me my sould
May we forget, may we just see it ain't nothing...

Don't you cry when I'm gone
It ain't nothing, nothing at all

Wise men get older and good men die young
Never let anything break up your song
I won't leave, I won't take down your wall
I won't roll a fireball, I won't sing no crooked song

It ain't nothing... No it ain't nothing at all
But this life... It ain't nothing, nothing but gold

So it goes... So it goes

I looked in the eyes of this devil and once
They turned out my lights and called all the Ghosts
Now I am here stuck on land that is cold
Stuck on the Earth that is drenght with their blood

It ain't nothing... No it ain't nothing at all
But this life... It ain't nothing, nothing but gold

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