My patience and my family
I thought I'd be rewarded
And maybe he would answer
I practiced all my sainthood
But the rumors of my virtue
They moved him not at all
I changed my style to silver
I changed my clothes to black
And where I would surrender
For the money and for the flesh
What was rotten, what was fresh
And broken bones to teach
But no, I could not touch him
My patience and my family
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