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She's gone chasin', another rainbow, and that's alright But fuck how I wish I was the pot of gold, but that I'm not Lie to myself and then you drink some, alright And all this thinking, is making my head sore (Chorus) Then she comes again, sweeter than any pain Hey there bomb Up, back and around again, circles they spin, does my head in Heartbeat tickin' like a tickin' bomb Tick, tock, tock to the song And all this thinking is making my head sore (Chorus x2) She's gone chasin', another rainbow, and that's alright oh oh But fuck how I wish I was her pot of gold, but that I'm not (Chorus x3) From Letras Mania