# 91
https://www.soundclick.com/html5/v4/player.cfm?songID=13742564 in some incomprehensible way
I must come to the fires of my affliction
Shrouded in the mystery I resolve
not to stray from the channel of the truth
you may say that you are not of my ilk
you may say I have no grounds for my complaint
in no small way I'm responsible for
this lamentable
situation
that I'm in
bring on the rain
wash away my pain
I must admit I'm not indifferent to
finding myself cloaked in the mystery
It's time for me to come to the scratch and
admit there's very little wheat in the chafe
you may say that you are not of my ilk
you may say I have no grounds for my complaint
in no small way I'm responsible for
this lamentable
situation
that I'm in
bring on the rain
wash away my pain
Hoodwinked by chicanery as I strolled through the fields
pleasured by your delights
Fair words you stole my heart away
now I stand
naked
to my enemies
you may say that you are not of my ilk
you may say I have no grounds for my complaint
in no small way I'm responsible for
this lamentable
situation
that I'm in
bring on the rain
wash away my pai