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 I feel, when I'm torn in two
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Between gold and you, gold and you
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The boy with the 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
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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
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So, she'll never be yours
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The boy with the 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 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
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The Midas Touch
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