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i'm falling out of grace with the world
they say i've lost my midas touch what turned to gold now turns to rust
i'm falling out of line with all the stars
that flood my dreams with their guitars and magazines


i'm falling out of grace with the world
they say i've lost my midas touch what turned to gold now turns to rust
i'm falling out of line with all the stars
that flood my dreams with their guitars and magazines


i'm falling out of grace with the world
they say i've lost my midas touch what turned to gold now turns to rust
i'm falling out of line with all the stars
that flood my dreams with their guitars and magazines



i'm falling out of grace with the world
they say i've lost my midas touch what turned to gold now turns to rust
i'm falling out of line with all the stars
that flood my dreams with their guitars and magazines




i'm falling out of grace with the world
they say i've lost my midas touch what turned to gold now turns to rust
i'm falling out of line with all the stars
that flood my dreams with their guitars and magazines

i'm falling out of grace with the world
they say i've lost my midas touch what turned to gold now turns to rust
i'm falling out of line with all the stars
that flood my dreams with their guitars and magazines