E D A E D AE D A Come on, my friends, let's make for the hills.E D A They say there's gold but I'm looking for thrills.E D A You can get your hands on whatever we find,E D A 'Cause I'm only coming along for the ride.B Well, you go your way, I'll go mine.Continúa después del anuncioG I don't care if we get there on time.A Everybody's searching for something, they say.F I'll get my kicks on the way.E D A Over the mountains, across the seas,E D A Who knows what will be waiting for me?E D A I could sail forever to strange sounding names.E D A Faces of people and places don't change.B All I have to do is just close my eyesG To see the seagulls wheeling in those far distant skies.A F All I want to tell you, all I want to say is count me in on the journey.
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