12.Pomp and Circumstances
When I was born I lost
When I was freed I fought
Now that I'm loved I'm caught
Between the rest and this tragic mess
Torn, broken and frayed
Oh don't we face
War, sunshine and grace
Oh won't you stay
For a while
We can fail in style
I can hold your smile
What was once praised now wrong
As they go, we can say we know
But what do we know
But war, sunshine and grace
Oh, don't we take
Torn, broken and frayed
Don't we face
War, sunshine and grace
'Cause I won't tell
I won't tell a soul
That I'm mad as hell
Torn, broken and frayed
I'm torn, broken and frayed, no!
I'm cold, worn out and shamed
Torn, broken and frayed
What was once new now gone
Torn, broken and frayed
'Cause I won't tell
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