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Labored on your subject moansDamn I never once claimed all that you stolePoor in heart and rich in sinDesperate for your drink and stripped of my kinWhen the summer rain was all she wroteThe lord's pity tears don't fall no moreSo if you'd be so kind not to writheI'll claim all you oweYour empty sight is all I holdHands cupped from drought I approach your throneCause my queen you mean so much to me I swearI'll be swift upon your throatWhen the summer rain was all she wroteThe lord's pity tears don't fall no moreSo if you'd be so kind not to writheI'll claim all that I'm owedI'll claim all that I oweI'll claim all that I'm owed From Letras Mania