Из альбома: Pride: The Cold Lover

A wall of frames with no pictures in 'em
It's a sunny day
In a rainy city
I am shameless
Without forgiveness
And sinking like a stone

I was in an ocean once
And life ever since
Feels like a coffee cup

I can't remember
I can't remember
Where I got lost along the way

And memory lay
Became the wreckage on my modern highway
Wait, something special was lost

Friendships and magazines
They're the same to me
Both leafed through then tossed away
Into a pile
Climbing higher and higher
Until we're both out of date

And memory lay
Is now the wreckage on my modern highway
Wait, something special was lost along the way

Everything I've learned
Never told me
The applications of
Experience

We've all got something to hide
It's alright
We've all got something to hide
It's alright
We've all got something to hide
It's alright
We've all got something to hide

Oh, life is a merry-go-round
I think it's better to never be found out
One day everyone says goodbye to the playground
Life is a merry-go-round
And I feel the day when all the kids find out
One day everyone says goodbye
Everyone says goodbye
Everyone says goodbye

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