we never meant to stay here, we were here for the gold, here for the gold...

I promise honey that when we get paid
We'll pack our things and we'll move away
A thousand miles from this frozen lake
We'll find a place where we both can stay
We'll find a city with a million people
Find an apartment where the rent is real low
We'll disappear and no one will notice
How about it darling?
We could both live downtown

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