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Are you still running scared,
Scrolling fingers through your pretty hair?
What's it like to bear a crown
And have your powers be absorbed by a frown?
The shifting streets below our feet
the season's rythyms we could dance out every beat
With masks of pride and arrogance
We scarcely knew what we held in our hands
Now you're asking what's to grieve,
Waiting for the golden seal
Was it fate, or was it sorrow
That spun you in this lonely wheel
Scrolling fingers through your pretty hair?
What's it like to bear a crown
And have your powers be absorbed by a frown?
The shifting streets below our feet
the season's rythyms we could dance out every beat
With masks of pride and arrogance
We scarcely knew what we held in our hands
Now you're asking what's to grieve,
Waiting for the golden seal
Was it fate, or was it sorrow
That spun you in this lonely wheel
Clear as skin
Clair comme la peau
And nearly sin(?)
Gathering hours in this game
That you can't win
So ride your shame
Sleep here still
Until the eyes of oblivion fill
Clair comme la peau
And nearly sin(?)
Gathering hours in this game
That you can't win
So ride your shame
Sleep here still
Until the eyes of oblivion fill
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