Fools Gold

The gold road's sure a long road
 Winds on through the hills for fifteen days
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 The pack on my back is aching
 The straps seem to cut me like a knife
 The gold road's sure a long road
 Winds on through the hills for fifteen days
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 The pack on my back is aching
 The straps seem to cut me like a knife
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 I'm no clown I won't back down
 I don't need you to tell me what's going down
 Down, down, down, down, da-down, down, down
 Down, down, down, down, da-down, down, down
 I'm standing alone
 I'm watching you all
 I'm seeing you sinking
 I'm standing alone
 You're weighing the gold
 I'm watching you sinking
 Fool's gold
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 These boots were made for walking
 The Marquis de Sade don't wear no boots like these
 Gold's just around the corner
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 Breakdown's coming up round the bend
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 Sometimes you have to try to get along, dear
 I know the truth and I know what you're thinking
 Down, down, down, down, da-down, down, down
 I'm standing alone
 I'm watching you all
 I'm seeing you sinking
 I'm standing alone
 You're weighing the gold
 I'm watching you sinking
 Fool's gold
 Fool's gold
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 I'm standing alone
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 I'm watching you all
 I'm seeing you sinking
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 I'm standing alone
 You're weighing the gold
 I'm watching you sinking
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 Fool's gold
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 Fool's gold