A blinding light
To colour my hope
With a faith that might
Fulfil me
Preceded by grey
Of all the days
You reeled me in
Abused me
Was I an easy mark
Like my trusting mother
Am I just another
The angels lark
I am your misplaced sentiment
A romantic fool
A tool
For your amusement
To colour my hope
With a faith that might
Fulfil me
Preceded by grey
Of all the days
You reeled me in
Abused me
Was I an easy mark
Like my trusting mother
Am I just another
The angels lark
I am your misplaced sentiment
A romantic fool
A tool
For your amusement
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