Paroles de Hey Day
Golden hills you climb highAt the top of the (rim high?)
(Skip?) jack got a lucky hand
Livin on the fat of the land
To road travel school
No golden rule
No golden rule
I'll wait for you
No more in trade
I'll wait for you
The (pope?) you're paid
I like your style
(Goes for?) charm
I like your hope
To go with my alarm
To go with my alarm
But I'm not (damned?)
In the fat of the land
With the lucky hand
I (told?) you
But you were forever (lasered?)
I (told?) you
(Free?) golden day Hey day
I'll wait for you
No more in trade
I'll wait for you
The (pope?) you're paid
I like your style
(Goes for?) charm
I like your hope
To go with my alarm
To go with my alarm
But I'm not (damned?)
In the fat of the land
With the lucky hand
I (told?) you
But you were forever (lasered?)
I (told?) you
(Free?) golden day Hey day
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