| A lie to say, «o, my mountain has coal veins and beds to dig
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| 500 men with axes and they all dig for me»
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| A lie to say, «o, my river where many fish do swim
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| Half of the catch is mine when you haul your nets in»
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| Never will he believe that his greed is a blinding ray
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| No devil or redeemer will cheat him
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| He’ll take his gold to where he’s lying cold
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| A lie to say, «o, my mine gave a diamond as big as a fist»
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| But with every gem in his pocket, the jewels he has missed
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| A lie to say, «o, my garden is growing taller by the day»
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| He only eats the best and tosses the rest away
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| Never will he be believe that his greed is a blinding ray
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| No devil or redeemer can cheat him
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| He’ll take his gold to where he’s lying cold
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| Six deep in the grave
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| His oldest pain and fear in life
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| There’ll not be time
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| His oldest pain and fear in life
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| There’ll not be time
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| Hey hey
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| Nor can he buy.
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| Something is out of reach
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| Something he wanted
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| Something is out of reach
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| He’s being taunted
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| Something is out of reach
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| That he can' beg or steal
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| A lie to say «o, my forest has trees that block the sun
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| And when i cut them down i don’t answer to anyone»
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| No, no, never will he believe that his greed is a blinding ray
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| No devil or redeemer can cheat him
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| He’ll take his gold where he’s lying cold
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| Six deep in the grave |