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作词 : Butler, Iommi, Martin |
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(Ahhh, Ahhh), |
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(Ahhh, Ahhh) ... |
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Don't come closer, cos it ain't safe here. |
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Just turn around now and walk away. |
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I gotta tell ya, there are no rules here. |
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Sometimes I wonder, |
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what goes on there, behind those eyes. |
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When a promise is broken, |
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and no one trusts you, |
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And young ones crying with their heads to their hands. |
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When you talk about saving the souls of the faithful, |
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You can't help thinking you've got blood on your hands, |
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From a cross of thorns, |
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Cross of thorns. |
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Tongues of fire always talking, |
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wasted words that ring in my ears. |
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We're still waiting, losing patience, |
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with all the lies of four hundred years. |
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I gotta tell ya there are no rules here. |
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Sometimes I wonder, |
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what goes on there, behind those eyes. |
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When a promise is broken, |
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and no one trusts you, |
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And young ones crying with their heads in their hands. |
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When you talk about saving the souls of the faithful, |
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You can't help thinking you've got blood on your hands. |
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We gave you yesterday and now you want today. |
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Oh from the hands of death we take our daily bread. |
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Now all we do is choke, |
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and the words that you once spoke fade away, |
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Fade away. |
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Look at what you've done, |
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It's a cross of thorns, |
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Cross of thorns. |
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Take away oh this cross of thorns. |
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Look at what you've done, woah. |
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Look at what you've done. |
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It's a cross of thorns. |
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When a promise is broken and noone trusts you. |
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You've got blood on your hands from a cross of thorns. |