Come, my heart, forsake these rounds,
This world, a lie, where thieves abound.
Come, my heart, forsake these rounds,
This world, a lie, where thieves abound.
Come, my heart.
Wealth, their god; beauty, their trade,
Promises broken, desires swayed.
Wealth, their god; beauty, their trade,
Promises broken, desires swayed.
Come, my heart, forsake these rounds,
This world, a lie, where thieves abound.
Come, my heart, forsake these rounds,
This world, a lie, where thieves abound.
Come, my heart.
To weep and wail, our tale to tell,
Such foolishness, we will repel.
To weep and wail, our tale to tell,
Such foolishness, we will repel.
Come, my heart, forsake these rounds,
This world, a lie, where thieves abound.
Come, my heart, forsake these rounds,
This world, a lie, where thieves abound.
Come, my heart.
False pretenses, hollow pride,
Faces adorned, where truths hide.
False pretenses, hollow pride,
Faces adorned, where truths hide.
Come, my heart, forsake these rounds,
This world, a lie, where thieves abound.
Come, my heart, forsake these rounds,
This world, a lie, where thieves abound.
Come, my heart.
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