From the old days of laughter sounds to you cursing in my face.
It's very strange how things turned out today
It was all beautiful and elegantly played
And I thought that I could have a lifetime of love.
Yet I have come know it really doesn't exist
And the streets are consumed with our pain
Our glory already nailed and painted with shame
We have nowhere to hide our blighted selves
For the Wolves have come and they promise ache
The only thing we have to do is Cope
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