Seem
No lies and accusations
There's just truth and condemnation
And I can't even argue
'Cause I felt all the sensations
Nothing what it's seeming
Just convince yourself you're dreaming
And all the things you saw me do
Are empty of all meaning
Nothing left but memorabilia
Overcome by my nostalgia
As I remember finer days
Queen's finery and King's regalia
But under-over, over-under
Finer days are torn asunder
Now we regret our ways
But only have the chance to wonder
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