| Woman and gold have taken a hold of your life
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| Power and fame have left you low and lame
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| drowned in strife
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| You think you’ve got it right
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| You’re stumbling round in the night
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| But low and behold
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| You’ll die for woman and gold
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| Fortune still smiles while you’re piling up the gains your friends have lost
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| The lover you seek is out of reach though you’d buy her at any cost
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| You won’t take my advice
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| You’re tossin' your fate like dice
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| But low and behold
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| You’ll die for woman and gold
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| Woman and gold can be bought and sold by a fool
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| But your soul needs savin' playin' with fire and fate can be mighty cruel
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| Reach out before it’s too late
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| Remember that time won’t wait
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| Low and behold
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| You’ll die for woman and gold |