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作词 : Morrison |
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Wow, I'm sick of doubt. |
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Live in the light of certain. |
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South. |
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Cruel bindings. |
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The servants have the power. |
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Dog men and their mean women pulling poor blankets over our sailors. |
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I'm sick of dour faces staring at me from the T.V. tower. |
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I want roses in my garden bower, dig? |
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Royal babies, rubies must now replace aborted strangers in the mud. |
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These mutants, blood-meal for the plant that's plowed. |
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They are waiting to take us into the severed garden. |
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Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful comes death on a strange hour? |
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Unannounced, unplanned for, |
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like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed. |
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Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders |
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smooth as raven's claws. |
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No more money, no more fancy dress, |
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this other kingdom seems by far the best, |
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until it's other jaw reveals incest, |
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and loose obedience to a vegetable law. |
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I will not go. |
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Prefer a feast of friends to the giant family. |
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