If I found a pot of gold
I would buy back the love I sold
But nothing will turn back the clock
And there's no shifting that mental block
If I found a pot of gold
I'd lay a path like the yellow brick road
And riches, property and wealth
Would all lead to corruption of self
If I found a pot of gold
More than anything, I'd want to be told
Leave it alone for it wasn't yours
And it's best not to step through temptation's doors
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