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Well ya thought you were one of the chosen few |
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Ya tried to change the world but the world changed you |
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Oh yeah, you've gotten old but you didn't get wise |
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And now you can't see further than those dollar signs |
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You got gold fever |
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It's makin' you blind |
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You got gold fever |
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Sell your brothers down the line |
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Ooh yeah they're down there workin' their fingers to the bone |
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But you couldn't care much less, you just keep counting out your gold |
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So you think you got the Midas touch |
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But let me tell ya mister you ain't worth that much |
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You got gold fever |
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It's makin' you blind |
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You got gold fever |
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Sell your brothers down the line |
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Well ya tell me just how you sleep at night |
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When ya know what ya doin' just ain't right |
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Ooh yeah bad money breeds bad men |
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Now it bothers me to think I used to call you a friend |
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You got gold fever |
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It's makin' you blind |
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You got gold fever |
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Sell your brothers down the line |
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You got gold fever |
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It's makin' you blind |
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You got gold fever |
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Sell your brothers down the line |
