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The story is told of the |
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Power of gold |
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And its lure on the unsuspecting |
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It glitters and shines |
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It badgers and blinds |
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And constantly needs protecting. |
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Balance the cost of the soul you lost |
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With the dreams you lightly sold |
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Are you under |
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The power of gold? |
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The letters and calls |
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Got you climbing the walls |
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And everyone wants a favor |
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They beg to remind you |
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Of times left behind you |
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But you know the past is a loser. |
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The face you're wearing is different now |
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And the days run hot and cold |
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Are you under |
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The power of gold? |
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You're a creature of habit |
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Run like a rabbit |
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Scared of a fear you can't name |
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Your own paranoia |
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Is looming before you |
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But nobody thinks that |
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It's a game. |
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Balance the cost of the soul you lost |
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With the dreams you lightly sold |
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Then tell me |
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That you're free |
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Of the power of gold. |
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The women are lovely |
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The wine is superb |
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But there's something about the song |
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That disturbs you... |
