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She holds, the fool's gold, and her face is to the wind She holds, the fool's gold, it's easy to pretend He's cold, and so old, life gets in the way He's cold, and so old, and he sees it every day And so it was written And so it's gonna be in the end And so it was written A fool is better left to pretend And it's the finest line, of this grand design And you're gonna have to walk it on your own She stole, his broken soul, but it's more than she could stand He knows, what's below, and it's a long fall back to land And so it was written And so it's gonna be in the end And so it was written A fool is better left to pretend And it's the finest line, of this grand design And you're gonna have to walk it on your own And it's the finest line, of this grand design And you're gonna have to walk it on your own
Tuning: Standard, capo 4