you spent all day alone
my touch is troublesome
you're too tired to endure
and i am sat a symptom
you hide out seeking praise
from every name but mine
soon you'll walk away
but you tempt me with time
CORAK
id rather be your charity
id rather be your shrine
could i be a parody
of some single barrelled time
you talk about another man
you're on another plane
you're face is heavenly and sad
i'm running your campaign
you're too tired to endure
and i am sat a symptom
from every name but mine
soon you'll walk away
but you tempt me with time
CORAK
id rather be your charity
id rather be your shrine
could i be a parody
of some single barrelled time
you're on another plane
you're face is heavenly and sad
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