Luke A, Fink

Serving two masters






I am the believer
I win the day
I will rise
Make all to pay
I am the silver
I am the gold
I am the king
You're the fool
Tempt me no more
Tempt me no more
Seasons turn
So do I
Rich to poor
Poor to rich
Come taste my cup
Isn't it enough
For you to drink
Sup with me
Tempt me no more
Tempt me no more

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