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Fool's gold
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Somewhere in a market square
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The cobblestone still shine
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Glassy eyes behold the sight
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Through another cup of wine...
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The one-eyed jester skips and turns
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As he makes his way through the crowd
While the tavern's royalty
try not to laugh aloud...
The jester does another spin
And then falls to the floor
A show of hands, a short "Hurrah!"
A plea for him to do more...
The ease of laughter comes so fast
when you're not in a jester's shoes
Cause when you've only Fools Gold,
you've got nothing more to lose...
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Who holds the riches
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The jester or the king?
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A fortress made from Fools Gold
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Or the tears that treasure can bring?
Who holds the riches
The jester or the king?
A fortress made from Fools Gold
Or the tears that treasure can bring?
The king he sit upon his throne
The worlds weight on his chest
When your mind begins to race
you've got no time to rest
"Where is my clown?
I need him now, to take
my troubles away..."
The harlequin rushes in as
his work begins for the day...
The harlequin rushes in as
his work begins for the day...
While somewhere in a market square
The cobblestones still shine...
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