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I went digging for gold down by the river over by the mountain where the prospektor had been told i'm marching through the cold we're marching through the cold i went digging for gold i went down with my brother a bucket and a shovel and a book about the colour of coal i'm marching through the cold we're marching through the cold there's a tiny little crackle on the telephone line saying what use the metal if the metal don't shine? she said bring me back a diamond/ring cause i really want one now i been digging so long that i never see the sun (Thanks to JackPleasant for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania