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作曲 : Drew Douglas Barlow |
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A smile has been calling me for a long time, sometimes it squeezes by in smirks |
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I tried to cover my ears pretending not to hear (like peco) |
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Let's learn the language of the trees, i'll hunch my heart into my knees |
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Prepare a pegasus for every naked face inhaling hope through furrowed frowns |
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You think i sold my soul to satan, i swear i gave myself to god |
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What we love will always make us happy, we all make up our own right and wrong |
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Bereave such salient an epicure |
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We'll change the world with our monumental miniscule gestures |
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I live with all my decisions all somnolescent dissipation |
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Exacerbate the exclamation point right out |
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Tug on the apron of our instincts while watchers cluck dissaproval |
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Of all the proud but beaten down to think their suffering proves they're strong |
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Alack the day we left the sordid soused the rascal roused running round |
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The crooked crown like chimerical starlings over the servant left supine |
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So act adult atop your dormer window where the whole world and no one can see |
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Can't be an anchorite in this breathless city but we can practice sociometry |
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Line up sophomoric slams with slander vesture pained dignity with love's liniment |
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Derail the amorist with his silver swagger and his intrusion on rustic refinement |
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Cover the crestfallen with golden paper planes pretend and playing that it's autumn |
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Gently undaunted by the knowledge of being a burden to the ground |
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Now I'm a burden to all around |
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She's back in sin city, it's time for me to come back down |
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It's time I made a decision, it is time, i made a choice |
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If I’m in debt to god and you |
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Then I’m in debt to those who hate me enough to raise their voice |
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Don't let me be found in angry books |
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Frustrated that they get no second looks |
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Keep me alive with the soft love made by calloused hands |
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For what do we live for if not to do good? |
