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Nothing Glorious - Musée Mécanique
Composed by：Micah Rabwin/Sean Ogilvie
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 friend
The shifting streets
Below our feet
The season's rythms
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
It's fun you end this lonely wheel
Clear is skin
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 fell
