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Past the age of reason |
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Can't guilt shame or treason |
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He sought fame and fortune |
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Bet his life on Death |
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Mentioned its worth in gold |
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He tried to offer his soul |
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It was worth nothing at all |
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Flesh was all he owned |
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And what if that was his friend |
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Caught up in the shortest revenge |
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But that gold multiplied like ten |
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Strange thing to run from a friend |
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How could one get so cold |
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The sky and that age so gold |
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Smoke cleared, mirrors broke |
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All that glitters ain't gold |
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All that glitters ain't gold |
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All that glitters ain't gold |
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All that glitters ain't gold |
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Iron pyrite that shines so bright |
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An amazing sight but all that glitters ain't gold |
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Iron pyrite takes a fool to get sold |
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I took you for one, now take your glittering stone |
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Gold can't be used in depth |
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Curtain call, that high knit |
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That's served through all, we own to get |
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Words to lose that I sink with a ship |
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So he ran for shore |
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Took one last big breath |
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Gloves full of iron pyrite |
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But invents slight death |
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Iron pyrite that shines so bright |
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An amazing sight but all that glitters ain't gold |
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Iron pyrite takes a fool to get sold |
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I took you for one, now take your glittering stone |
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All that glitters ain't gold |
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All that glitters ain't gold |
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All that glitters ain't gold |
