| How good or bad, happy or sad
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| Does it have to get?
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| Losing yourself, no cry for help
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| You don’t think you need it And old friends are just a chore,
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| But now you need them more than ever before
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| All that glitter and all that gold
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| Won’t buy you happy
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| When you’ve been bought and sold
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| Riding white horses, you can’t control
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| With all your glitter
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| And all of your gold
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| Take care of your soul
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| Take care of your soul
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| How high, how low, how on your own
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| Are you gonna get?
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| Because
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| Losing your soul, will cost you more
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| Than the life you’re paying for
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| And all those friends you left behind
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| You might need 'em when it’s cold outside
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| All that glitter and all that gold
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| Won’t buy you happy
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| When you’ve been bought and sold
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| Riding white horses, you can’t control
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| With all your glitter
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| And all of your gold
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| Take care of your soul
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| One day you’re gonna wake up and find that
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| New dream is losing it’s shine and
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| Nobody is by your side
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| When the rain comes down and you’re losing your mind
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| So, who you gonna run to?
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| Where you gonna hide?
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| Glitter and gold
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| Won’t keep you warm
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| On those lonely nights
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| And all those friends that were such a chore
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| You’re gonna need them more than ever before
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| All that glitter and all that gold
|
| Won’t buy you happy
|
| When you’ve been bought and sold
|
| Riding white horses, you can’t control
|
| With all your glitter
|
| And all of your gold
|
| Take care of your soul
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| With all of your gold
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| Take care of your soul
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| Take care of your soul |