In the eyes of the world your touch is like gold
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Your reputation's so cool and cruel and controlled
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You count your money in your prison tower
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Made of concrete, glass, and steel
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Feeling cozy in the hollow warmth of another business deal
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You've climbed your way to the top but lately it seems
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That there's a hole in the heart of the American dream
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Sittin' pretty in your trophy room with your shining souvenirs
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That just remind you of the wasted time and the lateness of the years
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[Chorus:]
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Is that all...is that all there is
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Is that all...there must be more than this
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In the eyes of the world your touch is like gold
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Your reputation's so cool and cruel and controlled
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In a moment it could all be gone in the twinkling of an eye
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Then what's your pile of precious pride worth then
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If you've never wondered why
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[Chorus 2x]
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More than this...is that all there is
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All there is...is that all there is
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All there is...is that all there is
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All There Is
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| Dan Fogelberg |
