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| Come on, my friends, let's | make for the | hills. |
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| They s | ay there's gold but I'm | looking for | thrills. |
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| You can | get your hands on | whatever we | find, |
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| 'Cause I'm on | ly coming along for | the r | ide. |
| B | |
| Well, y | ou go your way, I'll go mine. |
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| I don't care if we get there on time. |
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| Everybody's searching for something, they say. |
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| I' | ll get my kicks on the way. |
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| Over the mountains, ac | ross 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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| Fa | ces of people and | places | don't change. |
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| Al | l I have to do is just close my eyes |
| G | |
| To s | ee the seagulls wheeling in those far distant skies. |
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| 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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