Lyrics gold rush - Taylor Swift
                                                Gleaming, 
                                                twinkling
 
                                    
                                
                                                Eyes 
                                                like 
                                                sinking 
                                                ships 
                                                on 
                                                waters
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                inviting, 
                                                    I 
                                                almost 
                                                jump 
                                                in
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                    I 
                                                don't 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                gold 
                                                rush, 
                                                gold 
                                                rush
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                don't 
                                                like 
                                                anticipating 
                                                my 
                                                face 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                red 
                                                flush
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                don't 
                                                like 
                                                that 
                                                anyone 
                                                would 
                                                die 
                                                to 
                                                feel 
                                                your 
                                                touch
 
                                    
                                
                                                Everybody 
                                                wants 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                Everybody 
                                                wonders 
                                                what 
                                                it 
                                                would 
                                                be 
                                                like 
                                                to 
                                                love 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                Walk 
                                                past, 
                                                quick 
                                                brush
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                don't 
                                                like 
                                                slow 
                                                motion, 
                                                double 
                                                vision 
                                                in 
                                                rose 
                                                blush
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                don't 
                                                like 
                                                that 
                                                falling 
                                                feels 
                                                like 
                                                flying 
                                                'til 
                                                the 
                                                bone 
                                                crush
 
                                    
                                
                                                Everybody 
                                                wants 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                    I 
                                                don't 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                gold 
                                                rush
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                must 
                                                it 
                                                be 
                                                like 
                                                to 
                                                grow 
                                                up 
                                                that 
                                                beautiful?
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                your 
                                                hair 
                                                falling 
                                                into 
                                                place 
                                                like 
                                                dominoes
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                see 
                                                me 
                                                padding 
                                                across 
                                                your 
                                                wooden 
                                                floors
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                my 
                                                Eagles 
                                                T-shirt 
                                                hanging 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                door
 
                                    
                                
                                                At 
                                                dinner 
                                                parties, 
                                                    I 
                                                call 
                                                you 
                                                out 
                                                on 
                                                your 
                                                contrarian 
                                                wit
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                coastal 
                                                town 
                                                we 
                                                wandered 
                                                'round
 
                                    
                                
                                                Had 
                                                nevеr 
                                                seen 
                                                    a 
                                                love 
                                                as 
                                                pure 
                                                as 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                then 
                                                it 
                                                fadеs 
                                                into 
                                                the 
                                                gray 
                                                of 
                                                my 
                                                day-old 
                                                tea
 
                                    
                                
                                                'Cause 
                                                it 
                                                could 
                                                never 
                                                be
 
                                    
                                
                                                'Cause 
                                                    I 
                                                don't 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                gold 
                                                rush, 
                                                gold 
                                                rush
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                don't 
                                                like 
                                                anticipating 
                                                my 
                                                face 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                red 
                                                flush
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                don't 
                                                like 
                                                that 
                                                anyone 
                                                would 
                                                die 
                                                to 
                                                feel 
                                                your 
                                                touch
 
                                    
                                
                                                Everybody 
                                                wants 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                Everybody 
                                                wonders 
                                                what 
                                                it 
                                                would 
                                                be 
                                                like 
                                                to 
                                                love 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                Walk 
                                                past, 
                                                quick 
                                                brush
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                don't 
                                                like 
                                                slow 
                                                motion, 
                                                double 
                                                vision 
                                                in 
                                                rose 
                                                blush
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                don't 
                                                like 
                                                that 
                                                falling 
                                                feels 
                                                like 
                                                flying 
                                                'til 
                                                the 
                                                bone 
                                                crush
 
                                    
                                
                                                Everybody 
                                                wants 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                    I 
                                                don't 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                gold 
                                                rush
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                must 
                                                it 
                                                be 
                                                like 
                                                to 
                                                grow 
                                                up 
                                                that 
                                                beautiful?
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                your 
                                                hair 
                                                falling 
                                                into 
                                                place 
                                                like 
                                                dominoes
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                mind 
                                                turns 
                                                your 
                                                life 
                                                into 
                                                folklore
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                can't 
                                                dare 
                                                to 
                                                dream 
                                                about 
                                                you 
                                                anymore
 
                                    
                                
                                                At 
                                                dinner 
                                                parties, 
                                                    I 
                                                won't 
                                                call 
                                                you 
                                                out 
                                                on 
                                                your 
                                                contrarian 
                                                wit
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                coastal 
                                                town 
                                                we 
                                                never 
                                                found
 
                                    
                                
                                                Will 
                                                never 
                                                see 
                                                    a 
                                                love 
                                                as 
                                                pure 
                                                as 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                'Cause 
                                                it 
                                                fades 
                                                into 
                                                the 
                                                gray 
                                                of 
                                                my 
                                                day-old 
                                                tea
 
                                    
                                
                                                'Cause 
                                                it 
                                                will 
                                                never 
                                                be
 
                                    
                                
                                                Gleaming, 
                                                twinkling
 
                                    
                                
                                                Eyes 
                                                like 
                                                sinking 
                                                ships 
                                                on 
                                                waters
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                inviting, 
                                                    I 
                                                almost 
                                                jump 
                                                in
 
                                    
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