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     Golden,
     Where are you?
     Sold on gold dust

I shuttled all around America
From New York to Los Angeles
Nervous breakdown later, there we were
From Liberty to redwood trees
A friend of mine, she hitched from east to west
In time to hear my final song
It seems to me she tried her very best
She is a good companion

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He stores away the moments of her smiles
As if they were rare butterflies
Stalks his prey for miles and miles and miles
And barters for the merchandise
As time it drags the likes of me around
Just when we need some time alone
You have a private mansion underground
Without address or telephone