In the year of the famine
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When starvation and black death raged across the land
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There were many driven by their hunger
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To set sail for the Americas
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In search of a new life and a new hope
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Oh but there were some who couldn't cope
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And they spent their life
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In search of fool's gold
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The old prospector
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He makes it to the four lane highway
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His old compadre
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Lies dead in the sand
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With outstretched hands
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He cries, "Are you going my way?"
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The people passing by don't seem to understand
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The curse of fool's gold
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Broken Joe just lying in a gutter
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He's gone as low as any man can be
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He calls for wine but they'll only serve him water
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The bartender say "We don't sell sympathy"
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He tells a strange story
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About his father
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How Sunday mornings they'd go down
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To the church on the corner
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As time grows older
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His thoughts they grow younger
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It is his wish
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To search no longer for fool's gold
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The vulture sits on top
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Of the big top circus arena
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He's seen this show before
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Knows someone is going to fall
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Just near the part
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Where the beautiful dancing tightrope ballerine
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Forgets that the safety net
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Isn't there at all
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Down he swoops with claws drawn to take her
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Razor sharp so savagely is she mauled
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Oh my god, is there no one who can save her?
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In steps the fox to thunderous applause
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Fool's gold
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Fool's Gold
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| Thin Lizzy |
