Om det för kanske bara en sekund inte finns en enda (inkluderat en själv) som tänker på en... finns man då?
Ensam. Och man undrar i vems öra man viskade fel sak.
"I want to live, I want to give.
I've been a miner for a heart of gold.
It's these expressions I never give
that keep me searching for a heart of gold,
and I'm getting old.
Keeps me searching for a heart of gold,
and I'm getting old.
I've been to Hollywood, I've been to Redwood
I crossed the ocean for a heart of gold.
I've been in my mind, it's such a fine line
that keeps me searching for a heart of gold.
And I'm getting old.
Keeps me searching for a heart of gold,
and I'm getting old.
Keep me searching for a heart of gold.
You keep me searching for a heart of gold,
and I'm growing old.
I've been a miner for a heart of gold."
"I want to live, I want to give.
I've been a miner for a heart of gold.
It's these expressions I never give
that keep me searching for a heart of gold,
and I'm getting old.
Keeps me searching for a heart of gold,
and I'm getting old.
I've been to Hollywood, I've been to Redwood
I crossed the ocean for a heart of gold.
I've been in my mind, it's such a fine line
that keeps me searching for a heart of gold.
And I'm getting old.
Keeps me searching for a heart of gold,
and I'm getting old.
Keep me searching for a heart of gold.
You keep me searching for a heart of gold,
and I'm growing old.
I've been a miner for a heart of gold."
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