| Fool’s gold, sparkling like the midnight sun
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| Fool’s gold, touch the ivory handles on my gun
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| (sold out to me?), Charlatans and thieves
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| (so wrong not to see?), Jokers and the priests?
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| Fool’s gold, stranded on a (point gloss?) Sea
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| Fool’s gold, nothing here and nothing to see
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| (sold out to me?), The weasels and the feared
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| (and it’s so wrong not to see?), The ghosts of the disappeared
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| All gone away…
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| (instrumental)
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| Sometimes, when I’m touched by love, by hate, or by the grace of God
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| Sometimes, in the dark when hope is fading
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| Or no longer flies
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| I won’t sympathize
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| Spend my time getting high
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| Someone came to rescue me, lit up like a Christmas tree
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| Tired of living on my own, someone came and take me home
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| Sometimes, this jungle life is boring, pawing
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| Ready for a feast, someone kill the beast
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| Outside, streets are teeming, breathing heavy
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| Ready to explode, my brother’s heavy load
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| What you reap is what you sow
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| Someone came to rescue me
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| Lit up like a Christmas tree
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| Stranded here on my own
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| Someone came to take me home
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| (instrumental)
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| Someone came to rescue me, lit up like a Christmas tree
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| When I’m out here on my own, someone came and took me home
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| Someone came to rescue me, lit up like a Christmas tree
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| Stranded here on my own, someone came and took me home
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| (instrumental fade out) |