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golden vows are just a dead-end street
 when he walks take the weight of his bag
 god of wine keep him warm from the rain
 stranger's god save him
 golden vows are just a dead-end street
 there are other seas beyond mine
 there are other dawns over mine
 there are other lands over mine
 there are other folks besides mine
 while deep within there are many expectations
 one is to drown one is to be rich
 he has a dream that deceives his believing
 all of his aim is just to try to fail
 there's no more room if you don't set sail
 he needs to leave with his hands full of nothing
 he will be king
 there are other seas beyond mine
 there are other dawns over mine
 there are other lands over mine
 there are other folks besides mine