Petty Fame

You know
That we're all the same
Won't hide
The will to explain
Is it time
To hurl at the door?

Want to play the game
Of petty fame
The dim transition
Into careless shame
Such graceful art to lead
Then walk away
You've chosen to put ice
In the fireplace, -place, -place

I want to play the game
Of petty fame
You've chosen to find peace
In a quiet place



Credits
Writer(s): Stefan Grzegorz Czerwinski, Maksymilian Mikulski, Piotr Kolodynski, Artur Choloniewski
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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