Imaginary Contracts Songtext

Ian Cooke

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Imaginary Contracts Songtext
Fake and golden chronicles
Promise me you're in
Fake and golden chronicles
Fake and golden
Between us there were bargins made and all too often
I feel so dumb but you're not packing up your things
I've won this time
You'll lay with me and stay here 'til I'm satisfied
That might take me 'til I'm dead
All too often
I sleep alone
But you're not leaving now
No, you can't go until my blood stops moving in my veins and arteries
- Maybe not even then
Fake and golden chronicles
Promise me you're in
Fake and golden chronicles
I need a shoulder to cry on
I need a chest for my head to lie on
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