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The Russian Futurists
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Troy Weight
You've got the Gold locked up In a snow capped shed that's in the frozen North That mine's been dug so deep And there's nothing left, but I still pan the stream Cold night:in mining camps Have proved to me I'm running out of time When Spring comes I'll head back home With a fortune to spend, but to lend not to own By oil lamps, I write these notes Sit back and laugh at what I wrote Up North's a real strange spot Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Where the bears match the snow and it's dark out alot Woodstoves will keep me warm On the nights the snow screams at the weight of the storm I want some time sway From coming up empty and wasting a day When spring comes I'll head back home With a fortune to spend but to lend not to own I'll be so proud! I'll strike it rich! I'll have it all, without a hitch?
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