Boeijen Frank
In Kind
Gold diggers
You you want too much
Before the night is over
I drink too much
Then I become too open-hearted
He he do a dance for me
Give me your secrets
But don't ask what I do
Or what I feel or where I stand
Here in the darkness of the nightclub
Do you whisper my name
Are you looking for gold
Or for Lost Time
Am I looking for you
We will be looking
Gold diggers like us
I grew up
On the edge of the city
Where no one liked to come
Where no one owned anything
Hey hey I talk way too much already< br/>I'm sorry for confiding in you
But something in you seems familiar to me
Where do you come from
Are you looking for gold
Or for the Lost Time
I'll be looking for you
We'll be looking for
Gold diggers like us

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