Future Years - текст песни
Future Years
A morbid beauty Glows in resonation Mercurial signs they read Make real our minds True fascinations For now we're rolling And kinda golden As time keeps folding We're old when our poor souls depart Whereas cold cruel jokes now make you cry One day you'll take them in your stride
All of the time we've resided here You'll see our chalices rise With ever endless tears And illusions they fly
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