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Act 4: S3 - Priscilla and Jasper Play Cards (feat. Lauren Osborn & Jason Broderick)

Paul Shapera

Rock

25 Shazams

Songteksten

Club and spade I raise Here in this parlor in this never ending game we play And we hide, just you and I As day fades into day Hidden in our room With a game that no one ever seems to win or lose And the shades of flames remain From a world we keep far away Ghosts of towns, ghosts of cities Games that brought their sad demise The only way to end the game One who plays must sacrifice Diamonds now I raise Outside we'd die and there is nowhere else I'd rather stay In the scrawl beyond these walls Is a cold and coarse and vicious place Here where there's no time There's no loss or lies or need to speak of sacrifice It's no way to win a game And why else would a person play? Ghosts of games you're always caught in Ones you play but cannot win The only way the game can die One who plays must sacrifice And on the day we come it's over And you will have your fate laid out and spun It's execution And you may pray if you get comfort It's on that day your duty's done Ghosts of Fay, the child I loved With eyes and a smile you remind me of In the years I've been trapped here Only you I've come to love A ghost am I, one if they knew of Who, with you, they'd come and kill Ghosts of death, I wish to die But sacrifice so you might live Ghosts of love, of little girls you | Hearts and now I fold Talked and watched as they grew up | You can't mean that you just dream of death and wish to go Ghosts of things and rings and gifts | You're my soul, my angel You give to them so they might live | The only thing that keeps me whole Ghosts of towns, ghosts of cities | How can you want to die? Games that brought their sad demise | All this time and all these years that slowly pass on by The only way to end the game | You're alive so I don't die One who plays must sacrifice | What kind of twisted sacrifice? And on the day we come it's over And you will have your fate laid out and spun It's execution And you may pray if you get comfort It's on that day your duty's done
Writer(s): Paul Shapera Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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