| You’ve got it in the palm of your hands
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| It’s slipping through your fingers like sand
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| 'Cause they don’t understand who you are
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| Doesn’t matter as long as I am your star, star
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| Yeah, I know that I need the gold
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| But what I love can’t be bought or sold
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| Don’t think I want what I used to want
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| Don’t think I need what I used to need
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| Don’t think I want what I used to want
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| Don’t think I see what I used to see
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| I’ve been waiting, waiting for the penny to drop
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| I’ve been working, working to get back what I lost
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| But whatever happens, I’ll be okay
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| 'Cause fortune’s running out of my veins, my veins
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| You can’t take away the Midas' touch
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| So you better make a way for a Greek gold rush
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| Don’t think I want what I used to want
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| Don’t think I need what I used to need
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| Don’t think I want what I used to want
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| Don’t think I see what I used to see
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| In El Dorado, your gold
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| To Colorado can’t be bought or sold
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| Now, there’s no moral to this story
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| But I can hear my freedom calling me, calling me
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| I don’t care that everybody knows
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| I’m a million dollars in the hole
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| I don’t care that everybody knows
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| Baby, I don’t even want your gold
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| From El Dorado, your gold
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| To Colorado can’t be bought or sold
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| Gold rush
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| Gold rush
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| Free, I am free |