Hilary Woods - Prodigal Dog

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I heard you returned for my love
With time I’ve toughened up
Your loving was never here
I was worshipping, an imagine of sphere
I know how I made up ways
To heal from the games that you played
At the alter from where you strayed
I was worshipping, some kind of made up flame
Worshipping some kind of made up flame
I was worshipping an imagine of sphere
At the alter from where you strayed
I was worshipping some kind of made up flame
Worshipping an imagine of sphere
Worshipping some kind of made up flame
At the alter from where you strayed
I was worshipping some kind of made up flame