(browne/maitland)
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Midas was sitting alone on the brink
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It was only his time he was wasting
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Holding a photograph framed with silver
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He just couldn't turn into gold
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And you won't believe the things that he'd say
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He sits in the shade of the dreams that escaped him
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She comes to him in his mind
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Drifts in and out of his time
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From a place with no day and no night
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Will I be alright Alright Alright
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Silas was shifting the dust from his memories
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So little time left for saving
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Out in the snow and she never came home
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It was hard just to live through the cold
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God only knows the things that he says
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Are tricks of the trade to save from remembering
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(Chorus)
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God only knows the things that he says
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Are tricks of the trade to save from remembering
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(Chorus)
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Midas
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Picture House |