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Delusions Of Grandeur - From Autumn to Ashes
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Delusions Of Grandeur From Autumn to Ashes

Delusions Of Grandeur - From Autumn to Ashes
[Verse 1]
Pressing on about our business
Comfort is getting too expensive
Hot-shots for the pigeons with a death sentence
You're something like a pistol
That's been polished bright
But if it never leaves the holster
It can never save your life

[Hook]
I need a meaning I can get behind
(To be alone, to be alive)
A better message to subscribe to
(To be alone, to be alive)

[Verse 2]
Set sun, I'm an hour older
Mile markers punctuate the shoulder
Harboring delusions of grandeur
You're something like a canvas
That's been stretched and primed
You could become something priceless
Or you could be a waste of time

[Hook]
I need a meaning I can get behind
(To be alone, to be alive)
A better message to subscribe to
(To be alone, to be alive)
This is the best time to be alive
(To be alone, to be alive)
You see where complaining gets you
(To be alone, to be alive)
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