Keep Up the Pace Songtext
von One Hundred Thorns

In passing years ′a flying, superstition known

WHAT
No station for home

So we've gone with the grace of all ourselves, not a single soul can knock us down
Now I scratch my eyes and pull my hair out
But it′s all worth the strain today
No future in play

All future thoughts involving climbing on your throne, so high
Say we rule the world
And climb upon your throne


So we've work to keep the pace of all our sound
Not a single fuck can knock us down
Now I scratch my eyes and pull my hair out
But it's all worth the strain
So why
Why

Cook

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah

All future thoughts involving climbing on your throne
So hey
Say we rule the world

And so we keep up the pace of all our sounds
That′s on my plate
Plate yeah ah ah

Why

Cook

Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

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