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