Goldmine

One thousand years old
Won't dig anymore
My blood's run cold
My hands are sore
Spent a lifetime
Pickin' for gold
My heart and my mind
Got locked in a vault
Wish I'd been breathing smells of love instead of coal
Hee-ra-na-na-na

Your heart was mine
Of the purest gold
Never saw it shine
Never let it grow
Where have you been
My blue-eyed son

Now I'm being blinded by the light
I could tell it was clear
And then it was dark
Then I saw something here
And I just wondered: Why, why me?

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