Pastime Glories lyrics
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 Wasn’t a sense of growing up 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…
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