| See the man in the bookshop
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| See his withered hand
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| He walks very slowly
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| Never stands in crowds
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| Children stand in wonder
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| As he turns and walks away
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| Closely guards the secret
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| Of the beauty in his eyes
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| He’s the man with the midas touch
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| He’ll make you burn with just one look
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| He’s the man with the midas touch
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| He’s got the beauty in his eyes
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| He looks so innocent
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| As he shuffles down the street
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| But he is the holy sent to know
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| That guards the gates of Hades
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| To stand the Lord of Darkness
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| Coming straight from Hell
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| The bringer of disaster
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| The one who took the bread
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| He’s the man with the midas touch
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| He’ll make you burn with just one look
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| He’s the man with the midas touch
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| He’s got the beauty in his eyes
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| Until the final conflict
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| He has to walk the earth
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| To do his master’s bidding
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| And stop the evil force
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| He waits for Armageddon
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| The Nazarene will come
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| Rising from the ashes
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| I’m the fallen one
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| He’s the man with the midas touch
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| He’ll make you burn with just one look
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| He’s the man with the midas touch
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| He’s got the beauty in his eyes
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| He’s the man with the midas touch
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| He’ll make you burn with just one look
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| He’s the man with the midas touch
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| He’s got the beauty in his eyes
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| He’s the man with the midas touch
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| He’ll make you burn with just one look
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| He’s the man with the midas touch
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| He’s got the beauty in his eyes |