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The spring is over, no more golden race |
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All the ease and the peace has suddenly faded away |
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I live a century filled with sorrow and sin |
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There's no rights, no wrong, such a godless state I'm in |
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Another live saint gonna take my place |
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You say a cheap prayer to my pretty face, yeah |
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You better pray for rain, yeah |
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Never too old to contain my rage |
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The silver age, the silver age |
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This is how I'm gonna spend my days |
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Gonna fight, gonna ****, gonna feed |
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Gonna walk away |
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Stupid little kid wanna hate my game |
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I don't need a spot in your hall of fame, no |
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What a ****ing game, yo |
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I'm wiping my face of the shit you say |
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In the silver age I walk away singing |
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The silver age is calling out a melody |
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Breaking me was hard to do |
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I had to break away from you |
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But since you found my switch |
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I've been falling on my face |
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And now it comes so clear |
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The love sigh I hear you sing |
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The silver age is calling out a melody |
