You decide to be alone
And hell, it's cold enough to hibernate
So let her drift into the snow
It's where she chooses how to operate
Might be time to pack her in
Set the sails and just get hauled away
Maybe east or something
West was overrated anyway
The storm's coming down
These old walls are wearing thin
Doesn't ache to this town
And something's gotta give if
We're digging for gold
And coming up dry
Just a matter of time
Just a matter of time
But so long
Just a matter of time
Just a matter of time
But so long
Just a matter of time
Just a matter of time
Just a matter of time
Just a matter of time
Just a matter of time
Golden ears
Dark eyes
Hey,Was that a 6000-иля
Gee, you're right
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