Текст песни The Failing Songs - Matt Elliott
As
youths
we
used
to
talk
at
night
Of
the
joys
that
life
was
going
to
bring
our
way
And
the
failures
of
our
forebears
Were
as
clear
to
us
as
the
cold
light
of
day
But
now
those
days
are
dead
& gone
And
the
future
that
we
had
is
now
the
past
And
it's
cobwebs
that
we
cling
to
Our
aspirations
turned
to
ashes
in
our
hands
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