Gold Fever
tempers high into the night
long days tear filled eyes
so why should I stay even one more day
long nights white skies
bears in camp sleep with your hand on the gun boys
he will eat your toys
angst high some lie why do I try
it seems hopeless but I don't give in
I am not use to this kind of sun
here everything stays bright never any night
oh so bright moose here are on the loose
so much danger so much anger
all for gold I am told
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