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The Midas touch is everywhere, everywhere |
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Your just not the same |
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When I turn you to gold |
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Like stories of old |
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The Midas touch is in me now, in me now |
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But how do |
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I feel, when |
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I'm torn in two |
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Between gold and you, gold and you |
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The boy with the |
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Midas touch |
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Turning us all to gold |
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Only by touching us, gold by feeling us |
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There's no escape from those take |
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The lifeblood of the people |
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You'll never be a king, my friend |
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You'll never be |
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Heaven sent, but hell bent, hell bent |
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You're just a child with the strength of many |
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Your head's on a penny |
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Lonely as sin, no riches within, no riches within |
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In love with the girl who works in your kitchen |
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You're leaving her itching for more |
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But she won't let you touch her |
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She won't let you kiss her, so she'll never be yours |
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The boy with the |
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Midas touch |
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Turning us all to gold |
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Only by touching us, gold by feeling us |
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There's no escape from those take |
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The lifeblood of the people |
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You'll never be a king, my friend |
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You'll never be |
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The boy with the |
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Midas touch |
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There's no escape from those take |
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The lifeblood of the people |
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You'll never be a king my friend, never be |
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You'll never be king |
