Lyrics of Nothing glorious

Musée Mécanique

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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 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

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