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(Mark Stuart)
Keep yourself poor with nothing to show
Always put the ones who love you on hold
Still seeking riches down another mans road
And the prize is under your nose
You're looking for fools gold, you don't want to know
In front of your face is a vein of pure gold
If you mined your own heart you'd find an empty hole
Foolish pride dressed up as fools gold
Glitter will blind you till you can't see
Living a lie won't set you free
One of these days I hope you'll agree
What you've sown is what you'll reap
You could have the worlds biggest shovel in your hand
And the hardest working crew, man for man
You just don't seem to understand
There's no pay dirt in quicksand