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The Stone Roses
fools gold
The gold roadâ??s sure a long roadWinds on through the hills for fifteen days
The pack on my back is aching
The straps seem to cut me like a knife
The gold roadâ??s sure a long road
Winds on through the hills for fifteen days
The pack on my back is aching
The straps seem to cut me like a knife
Iâ??m no clown I wonâ??t back down
I donâ??t need you to tell me whatâ??s going down
Down down down down da down down down
Down down down down da down down down
Iâ??m standing alone
Iâ??m watching you all
Iâ??m seeing you sinking
Iâ??m standing alone
Youâ??re weighing the gold
Iâ??m watching you sinking
Foolâ??s gold
These boots were made for walking
The marquis de sade donâ??t wear no boots like these
Goldâ??s just around the corner
Breakdownâ??s coming up round the bend
Sometimes you have to try to get along dear
I know the truth and I know what youâ??re thinking
Down down down down da down down down
Iâ??m standing alone
Iâ??m watching you all
Iâ??m seeing you sinking
Iâ??m standing alone
Youâ??re weighing the gold
Iâ??m watching you sinking
Foolâ??s gold
Foolâ??s gold
Iâ??m standing alone
Iâ??m watching you all
Iâ??m seeing you sinking
Iâ??m standing alone
Youâ??re weighing the gold
Iâ??m watching you sinking
Foolâ??s gold