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She holds, the fool's gold, and her face is to the wind |
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She holds, the fool's gold, it's easy to pretend |
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He's cold, and so old, life gets in the way |
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He's cold, and so old, and he sees it every day |
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And so it was written |
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And so it's gonna be in the end |
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And so it was written |
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A fool is better left to pretend |
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And it's the finest line, of this grand design |
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And you're gonna have to walk it on your own |
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She stole, his broken soul, but it's more than she could stand |
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He knows, what's below, and it's a long fall back to land |
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And so it was written |
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And so it's gonna be in the end |
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And so it was written |
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A fool is better left to pretend |
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And it's the finest line, of this grand design |
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And you're gonna have to walk it on your own |
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And it's the finest line, of this grand design |
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And you're gonna have to walk it on your own |
