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“Your Glory” out now: Follow Elya Grand: Elya Grand - “Your Glory“ (Lyrics) La petite Elya chante Your pure talent, but bad manners I don’t like it, I don’t need it Man who sold the world, yes, it’s you Yes, that’s upsetting me, man Chesterfield is in your fingertips You’re the expert, you’re the artist Even when you speak, you love attention And my attention, and my affection Your glory is my curse Everyone whispers to me about you, how terrible you are Even your friends Honey, tell me that’s not true Cause I’m in love and I’m so hurt Just don't laugh at me, you're my fucking hill I wasn't going up, there's no reason for joy No reason to stay No reason to try No reason for you, right? Bae, I’m climbing up the tree I’m so small, a stick is in your hands You're hitting it on a plastic circle And I fall, and I hit, bae Is that what you wanted, dear? You’re destroying my grace to you You're run away, I'm flying over you To tell ya what I feel I'm sitting next to you You know I've loved you How can you be cruel and play with my feelings too? I believed your last story About how hard it was for you And honey, I accept you I’m not sorry for my soul Your glory is my curse Everyone whispers to me about you, how terrible you are Even your friends Honey, tell me that’s not true Cause I’m in love and I’m so hurt Just don't laugh at me, you're my fucking hill I wasn't going up, there's no reason for joy No reason to stay No reason to try No reason for you, right? Your name on my lips
