Текст: Friska Viljor. Gold - Ganjaman_72's Crappy Job.

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You have always been way to busy with those fools
Take a different path
They?re only trying to make you afraid

Carelessly they say
That you?re gonna be fucked up anyway
Have you ever tried the things
That you never thought you?d do alone
Have you ever been surprised
When you always seem to make it home
No matter if it?s tough
You always got to know you?re gold
Always know your soul is made of gold

So now I give to you
The freedom to do the things you want to do
Leave your crappy job
And get out on the road
Don?t take it slow

Carelessly they say
That you?re gonna be fucked up anyway

Have you ever tried the things
That you never thought you?d do alone
Have you ever been surprised
When you always seem to make it home
No matter if it?s tough
You always got to know you?re gold
Always know your soul is made of gold

Have you ever tried the things
That you never thought you?d do alone ---
Have you ever been surprised
When you always seem to make it home
No matter if it?s tough
You always got to know you?re gold
Always know your soul is made of gold

Have you ever tried the things
That you never thought you?d do alone
Have you ever been surprised
When you always seem to make it home
No matter if it?s tough
You always got to know you?re gold
Always know your soul is made of gold