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Priscilla and Jasper Play Cards

๐Ÿ‘ค Paul Shapera โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ The Dolls of New Albion: A Steampunk Opera โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 4:51
๐ŸŽต 1990 characters
โฑ๏ธ 4:51 duration
๐Ÿ†” ID: 12315983

๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

Club and spade I raise
In this parlour, in this never-ending game we play
And we hide, just you and I, as day fades into day
Hidden in our room
With a game that no-one ever seems to win or lose
And the shades of flames remain from a world we keep far away

Ghosts of towns, ghosts of cities
Games that brought its sad demise
The only way to end the game
One who plays must sacrifice

Diamonds now I raise
Outside we'd die and there is nowhere else I'd rather stay
In the scrawl beyond these walls
Is a cold and coarse and vicious place
Here where there's no time
There's no loss or lies or need to speak of sacrifice
It's no way to win a game
And why else would a person play?

Ghosts of games you're always caught in
Ones you play, but cannot win
The only way the game can die
One who plays must sacrifice

And on the day we come it's over
And you will have your fate laid out and spun
It's execution
And you may pray if you get comfort
It's on this day your duty's done

Ghosts of Fay, the child I loved
Whose eyes and smile, you remind me of
In the years I've been trapped here
Only you I've come to love
A ghost am I, one if they knew of
Who with you, they'd come and kill
Ghosts of death, I wish to die
But sacrifice so you might live

Ghosts of love, of little girls you
(Hearts and now I fold, you don't mean that)
Talked and watched as they grew up
(You just dream of death and wish to go)
Ghosts of things, and gifts and rings
(You're my soul, my angel)
You give to them so that they might live
(You're the only thing that keeps me whole)
Ghosts of towns, ghosts of cities
(How can you want to die, all this time)
Games that brought their sad demise
(And all these years that slowly pass on by)
The only way to win the game
(You're alive so I don't die)
One who plays must sacrifice
(What kind of twisted sacrifice)

And on the day we come, it's over
And you will have your fate laid out and spun
It's execution
And you may pray if you get comfort
It's on that day your duty's done

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