song idea I just cooked up. Will add dry stems. Lyrics:

CHORUS
The world is full
Of desirable things …
The world is full
Of desirable things …
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I don’t want much
Just what is due
No Midas Touch
No Golden Goose
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I lay my bones
On a cold floor
Dream in vivid tones
Of things I can’t afford
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Traverse neon streets
Treading broken dreams
Everyone I meet
Is incomplete it seems
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I take my bow
But it’s not burning gold
My aim is low
My eye is cold
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And one desire
Leads to one more
Perpetual fire
Consumes us all
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