gold rush

I'm 'bout to bust, all my veins full of gold dust That 1985 California gold rush, in the spine plus the flesh that it holds up I'm out for mines and my wolves got it sewn up

Silicon ballrooms Subatomic interactions if it’s all good Gold rush, acid flux Saturate me, I can't get enough

Are disguised as Paul Smith and Wesson's It is said that what matters is the set The clothes do not make the monk in the Gold Rush Once the techniques are perfected

I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush Everybody wants you But I don't like a gold rush

Trying twice as hard And too often, In this gold rush, You forget yourself

Well, I dreamed I saw the knights in armor coming Sayin' something about a queen There were peasants singin' and drummers drumming And the archer split the tree

Are cloaked in Paul Smith and Weston Some say only the scenery matters, The clothes do not make the man in the gold rush. Therefore techniques are perfected;

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L.A.'s changed a lot over the years Since those brave gold rush pioneers Came in their creaky covered wagons

Burned for the perfect fix I spent six long days waiting on a gold rush Keep rubbing those eyes, pray its not one of us

Hey can't you show me something, I can hold in my hands I'm sick of gold rush promises And empty suitcase plans

Gold rush Gold rush Gold rush

All sorts of things go overlooked When I’m wearing that faint fragrance from Chanel. I’ll swindle my way into the big leagues, a real gold rush. Customs lets my artwork pass right on by.

Gold Rush Gold Rush Free, I am free

Alone and prone in the half,light And late, late to the real, life If you will find a way into the gold rush You will stay until the morning comes

Refrain] : We live all in searching of glory It's the gold rush, escape from everyday life Without realizing that the doors of hope are in the palm of our hands

Wings that melt when we try to soar Close my eyes as I descend To the gold rush at its end Take me back to before...

The beauty of emptiness, the emptiness of beauty - Gold rush

I came from west yesterday there was a gold rush it was a wild trip

And worst fight And deepest breaths You were my gold rush To cold touch