Sangtekst: Jack Johnson. Gone.

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Look at all those fancy clothes
but these could keep us warm just like those
and what about your soul is it cold
is it straight from the mold and ready to be sold
and cars and phones and diamond rings
those are only removable things
and what about your mind does it shine
or are there things that concern you more than your time

gone going gone everything gone give a damn
gone be the birds when they dont want to sing
gone people all awkward with their things, gone

look at you out to make a deal
you try to be appealing but you loose your appeal
what about those shoes youre in today
theyll do no good on the bridges youve burnt along the way

you willing to sell anything, gone with your herd
leave your footprints and well shame them with our words
gone people all careless and consumed, gone

gone going gone everything gone give a damn
gone be the birds if they dont want to sing
gone people all awkward with their things, gone