Текст песни Pastime Glories

Pastime glories

Now that our world has grown stone cold
I can feel your hate through them
Swallowed all of our pride
Not to be famous : it will be another failed play

Don?t fake a smile, can depend on you I?m sure
I?ll hear from you

Deep inside, it leaves a scar
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Wasn?t a part of our work
Will be a part of our future

Took your words for granted
What?s your latest confession ?
I?m sure they?ll hear about it
I Know it will be from you

I?m so sick of chasing it
Am I in it, where do we stand
I?m so sick of chasing it
The kind of life you?ll never know?