| First comes a blessing of all that you’ve dreamed
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| But then comes the curses of diamonds and rings
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| Only at first did it have its appeal
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| But now you can’t tell the false from the real
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| Who can you trust?
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| Who can you trust?
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| When everything, everything
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| Everything you touch turns to gold, gold, gold
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| Everything, everything
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| Everything you touch turns to gold, gold
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| Gold
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| Gold
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| Gold
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| Gold
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| Statues and empires are all at your hands
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| Water to wine and the finest of sands
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| When all that you have’s turning stale and it’s cold
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| Oh, you’ll no longer feel when your heart’s turned to gold
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| Who can you trust?
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| Who can you trust?
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| When everything, everything
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| Everything you touch turns to gold, gold, gold
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| Everything, everything
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| Everything you touch turns to gold, gold
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| Gold
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| Gold
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| Gold
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| Gold
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| I’m dying to feel again
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| Oh, anything at all
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| But, oh, I feel nothing
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| Nothing
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| Nothing
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| Nothing
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| When everything, everything
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| Everything you touch turns to gold, gold, gold
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| Everything, everything
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| Everything you touch turns to gold, gold
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| Gold
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| Gold
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| Gold
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| Gold |