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