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The boxcars empty and the track dead ends But they'll be selling tickets til the world ends Gold dust and lies Glittered dust and lies You've got your visions but your feet our on the ground You're gonna wander this whole big world around Chasing the skies Always chasing the skies Saddle up, hit 'em up Take to the skies Ain't no make can catch you but believe me boy they'll try
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Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 7:06 PM UTC
Gold Dust
The boxcars empty and the track dead ends But they'll be selling tickets til the world ends Gold dust and lies Glittered dust and lies You've got your visions but your feet our on the ground You're gonna wander this whole big world around Chasing the skies Always chasing the skies Saddle up, hit 'em up Take to the skies Ain't no make can catch you but believe me boy they'll try
aubrey-lambert
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Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 7:06 PM UTC
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