| In a church somewhere
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| On the other side of town
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| There’s a statue of a man
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| Rising from the ground
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| they call him
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| Battling on his own
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| In the dust speckled light of the afternoon
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| All bones
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| And all gold
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| All gold
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| Yeah, they only see the breakdown
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| But me, I see the king crown
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| I just see all gold
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| Oh, this thing don’t double six
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| It sure ain’t no better than gold
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| But I would bet the farm
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| On him staying in the world
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| And I ain’t got no proof
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| But tell me now, what did you say is proof
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| When a love is a dark, some will turn from the door
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| Hear it howling through the night
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| Hear
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| It’s all gold
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| I tell ya he’s all gold
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| Yeah, they only see the breakdown
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| But me, I see a king crown
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| I just see all gold
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| And I’ve just got this feeling
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| I’ve got this feeling
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| I’ve got this feeling
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| It’s gonna be all gold
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| I’ve got just this feeling
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| Just got this feeling
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| I’ve got this feeling
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| It’s gonna be all gold
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| (All gold, all gold, all gold, all gold)
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| It’s gonna be all gold
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| (All gold, all gold, all gold, all gold)
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| In a house somewhere
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| On the other side of town
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| He moves from room to room
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| All gold |