| The classic crime
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| The feeling it’s all alright
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| The fleeting time
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| While eternity rises
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| And the truth still hurts sometimes
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| But what good are dead man’s treasures?
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| And you can keep your fool’s gold nighttime
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| Cause I’ll fight for my love forever
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| It hurts, I know, to just give, to let go
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| To just fall back into bed
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| That fated galleons we dread
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| As the buzzards hover above
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| As king you ask «What is love?»
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| The classic crime, the feeling it’s all alright
|
| The fleeting time
|
| While eternity rises
|
| And the truth still hurts sometimes
|
| But what good are dead man’s treasures?
|
| And you can keep your fool’s gold nighttime
|
| Cause I’ll fight for my love forever
|
| It hurts, I know
|
| To just give, to let go
|
| To just fall back into bed
|
| That fated galleons we dread
|
| As the buzzards hover above
|
| As king you ask «What is love?»
|
| And the truth still hurts sometimes
|
| But what good are dead man’s treasures?
|
| And you can keep your fool’s gold nighttime
|
| Cause I’ll fight for my love forever |