| When the fever’s gone
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| And the rose to dust
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| I touchdown Sunday
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| To tie the loose ends up
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| With a pocket full of
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| That gypsy stuff
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| I heard you calling me, calling me, calling me
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| Through the dissonance
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| I’ve been known to run
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| Just to feel the rush
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| But the dying sun
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| Has illuminate so much
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| It’s hard to see beyond what’s in sight
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| But when you tear the light I’ve realized
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| For 1000 nights
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| I’ve been a restless soul
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| Just wasting time
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| Digging up fool’s gold
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| It took a 1000 nights
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| Being on my own
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| For me to find
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| It was all fool’s gold
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| (Find)
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| Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
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| Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
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| I felt the fever on
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| But couldn’t taste the fruit
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| There’s a bulletproof bond
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| Between me and you
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| It’s hard to see beyond what’s in sight
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| But when you tear the light I’ve realized
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| For 1000 nights
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| I’ve been a restless soul
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| Just wasting time
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| Digging up fool’s gold
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| It took a 1000 nights
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| Being on my own
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| For me to find
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| It was all fool’s gold
|
| (Find)
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| Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
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| Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
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| (Find)
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| Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
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| Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
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| Ooh ooh
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| It was all dead bones, heaven knows
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| It was all dead bones, heaven knows
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| It’s hard to see beyond what’s in sight
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| Or when you tear the light I’ve realized
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| For 1000 nights
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| I’ve been a restless soul
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| Just wasting time
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| Digging up fool’s gold
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| It took a 1000 nights
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| Being on my own
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| For me to find
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| It was all fool’s gold
|
| (Find)
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| Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
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| Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
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| (Find)
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| Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
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| Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
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| Ooh ooh
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| Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
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| Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh |