Once upon a time
I cared to bind you
Never mind the time
It takes to buy you
Those old paths of mine
Used to bring me back around
You're like pheasant in front of me
Banquet decked for the lavish feast
Sometimes the pomp gets tired
Sometimes my mind is inspired
Sometimes the pomp gets tired
The bread grows the mold
Big fires don't die
For some
Bleed the tumor dry
Leave the past behind you
Satisfy my mind
I tend to try to
Those old paths of mine
Used to bring me back around
You're like pheasant in front of me
Banquet decked for the lavish feast
Sometimes the pomp gets tired
Sometimes my mind is inspired
Sometimes the pomp gets tired
The bread grows the mold
Big fires don't die
For some
The pomp gets tired
The pomp gets tired
The pomp gets tired
The pomp gets tired
Yeah
Icons of Industry - Pomp Lyrics
Icons of Industry - Pomp Lyrics
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Once upon a time
I cared to bind you
Never mind the time
It takes to buy you
Those old paths of mine
Used to bring me back around
You're like pheasant in front of me
Banquet decked for the lavish feast
Sometimes the pomp gets tired
Sometimes my mind is inspired
Sometimes the pomp gets tired
The bread grows the mold
Big fires don't die
For some
Bleed the tumor dry
Leave the past behind you
Satisfy my mind
I tend to try to
Those old paths of mine
Used to bring me back around
You're like pheasant in front of me
Banquet decked for the lavish feast
Sometimes the pomp gets tired
Sometimes my mind is inspired
Sometimes the pomp gets tired
The bread grows the mold
Big fires don't die
For some
The pomp gets tired
The pomp gets tired
The pomp gets tired
The pomp gets tired
Yeah
I cared to bind you
Never mind the time
It takes to buy you
Those old paths of mine
Used to bring me back around
You're like pheasant in front of me
Banquet decked for the lavish feast
Sometimes the pomp gets tired
Sometimes my mind is inspired
Sometimes the pomp gets tired
The bread grows the mold
Big fires don't die
For some
Bleed the tumor dry
Leave the past behind you
Satisfy my mind
I tend to try to
Those old paths of mine
Used to bring me back around
You're like pheasant in front of me
Banquet decked for the lavish feast
Sometimes the pomp gets tired
Sometimes my mind is inspired
Sometimes the pomp gets tired
The bread grows the mold
Big fires don't die
For some
The pomp gets tired
The pomp gets tired
The pomp gets tired
The pomp gets tired
Yeah
Writer: Roberto Montoya
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