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Firescape - His Midas Touch lyrics
Wear a black hat, baby, I'll check you out Wear a night coat, for a night on the town Keep your head real low, or they'll find us out Yeah just play it cool, this is the final count Red eye glare from the balcony Give me the photo lens, marked sympathy Nine o'clock figure in satin sheets Yeah just play it cool, and follow me And everything you touch just turns to gold And everything you touch just turns to gold With your duct taped hands and a blind fold on I will find out how it all went so wrong Investigate this ticking bomb Before it goes off, and kills us all And everything you touch just turns to gold And everything you touch just turns to gold And everything you touch in me is yours And everything you touch just turns to gold Take away these pitied alms And try and move on And everything you touch just turns to gold And everything you touch just turns to gold And everything you touch in me is yours And everything you touch just turns to gold |
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