Coins

I thought I was rid of you once
 For a couple of coins on the table
 Forgetting when you left that day
 You were young and angry and able
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 I'd hoped I'd seen the last of you
 No more would I fetch or cower
 But when I fed you for a tip that day
 You were young and hungry for power
 And a chill came on a beam of sun
 Natural as a cancer
 You would never stop 'til all was won
 The young man with all the answers
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 That shape of love on every face
 The ghost of loss inside you
 Everyone else was just as lost
 And it's sad because you never knew
 Now history is on your side
 Who am I to deny it?
 A fiefdom for your fragile pride
 And who would dare defy it?
 And a chill came on a beam of sun
 Natural as a cancer
 Bow down to the Lord and son
 To the man with all the answers