| My finest robes are filthy rags
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| And priceless jewels but cold
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| Glittering crowns, although I boast and brag,
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| Are nothing more than fool’s gold
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| I give them up, I lay them down
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| All that I have and hold
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| For earthly treasures, I have found,
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| Are nothing more than fool’s gold
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| Fool’s gold
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| Fool’s gold
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| The ones I love, the kindred dear
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| My friendships new and old
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| When I cling to them in constant fear
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| I trade great wealth for fool’s gold
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| I give them up, I lay them down
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| All that I have and hold
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| For earthly treasures, I have found,
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| Are nothing more than fool’s gold
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| Every good and perfect gift from God is only loan
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| So I repent for holding onto things I’ve never owned
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| I give them up, I lay them down
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| All that I have and hold
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| For earthly treasures, I have found,
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| Are nothing more than fool’s gold
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| Fool’s gold
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| Fool’s gold |