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Ransom of Kings

Street lights, late nights, empty roads, feeling cold
Warmth of a stranger, come on inside
Gather round there’s a crowd, one or two, just a few
List’ning expectantly, remembered affectionately

Fool’s Gold for a ransom of kings
The place doesn’t matter it’s what your heart sings
Playing for Riches of a different kind
This silent town, don’t watch your hopes drown


Fool’s Gold for a ransom of kings 
Place doesn’t matter it’s what your heart sings
The music is calling but we’re not famous yet
We all wear the crown in this hidden town




Small town you’re going down, Mind runs slow, money’s low
But the boy in the corner, is tapping his feet
Draw in the smoke, have one for the road, 
Fantasies fly in an October sky


Fool’s Gold for a ransom of kings
Place doesn’t matter it’s what your heart sings
Playing for Riches of a different kind
This silent town, don’t watch your hopes drown


Fool’s Gold for a ransom of kings 
Place doesn’t matter it’s what your heart sings

The music is calling but we’re not famous yet
We all wear the crown in this hidden town 

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