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作词 : Thomas Hawkins |
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作曲 : Robin Legge |
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A place in time, a life of leisure |
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Five fifty five, a wild adventure |
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Let's wipe the snowfall, of late November |
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Define a process, make it better |
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Basic reparations got me faded, flaming strains of blazing chronic, same result different occasion |
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Just |
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A couple weekends later |
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Skirting board the 99 flakes of misbehaviour |
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A life of lust, the same pretenders |
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A Midas touch, the same agenda |
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Ways of dusk, such magnetism |
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Explain the rush through angles in your mannerisms |
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Polaroid exposures in a roundabout |
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A speed of light emotion's bouncing outward in this crowded house |
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Game's of hide and seek are pound an algorithm |
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Down for filth and grease personified in all our foul decisions |
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High on drugs, a space adventurer |
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Nights and days, we don't remember |
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Eighths of blow, flakes of flavour |
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Shed the load obsessing on our strange behaviour |
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I will make you magic in these days of splendour |
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Said the subject sprawled out on the bed beside his fruits of labour |
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Splash the lot, watch them flock and feather |
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Nights and days, we don't remember (never) |
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I went out last night |
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I got drunk as hell |
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I did things I wish I had not, daylight broke that spell |
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I went out last night |
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I got drunk as hell |
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I saw things I wish I had not, oh lord save yourself |
| [02:21.75][Verse 2: Ed Scissor] |
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Why were you there? |
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your thoughts weren't mine to take and smother in drugs |
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We passed on the stair like a couple times over now you're giving it up |
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See my eyes caught your eyes, they caught me looking there (there, there) |
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My eyes saw your eyes dilate while gripping your hair |
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A moonlight vigil |
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A sunrise pasture |
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A puff-puff past that shop gone pistol runs right past ya |
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Every single feeling left and all the love's melted in a mess of dreams |
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A stunted pulse, a treasure trove |
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Like silent movies moving in an unrequited looted lunar movement |
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Starry eyes locked in a crock of gold |
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You and I, the best in show |
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The sun it rises, let it snow |
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He lies awake, she sleeps forever |
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Par your friends, blame the weather |
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Seven deadly sinners in the dead of night |
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Celebrating medals at the first hint of the finish line |
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We run tonight |
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Runners in a grim dawn |
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Withdrawn |
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The best kept sinners in the pimp store (never) |
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I went out last night |
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I got drunk as hell |
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I did things I wish I had not |
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Daylight broke that spell |
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I went out last night |
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I got drunk as hell |
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I saw things I wish I had not |
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Oh lord save yourself |
| [04:10.47][Verse 3: Ed Scissor] |
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Run away |
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Come again another day (save yourself) |
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Run away |
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Come again another day (save yourself) |
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Run away |
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Come again another day (save yourself) |
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(Save yourself) |
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(Save yourself) |
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(Save yourself) |
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(Save yourself) |
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It all flew past so fast like cars on a freeway |
| [05:00.12]The streetlights marking a long lost path to the carnival [cardinal?] |
blocks on an unwashed sheet stain |
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In passing |
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Through darkness to light was a dancer who shall not be named |
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She lay, on bed sheets re-made |
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Done fastening garments of weapons and armaments re-made (just like that) |
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What a cheap day, cheapskate |
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We sank deeper again, what a deep grave |
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No the dust don't lay where she stays |
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Under a night sky marvellous hydra the sea snake |
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Last night starving and grease stained |
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Fasten your coat, get gum-less |
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We need a whole damn park, what a teammate |
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Take care, be safe |
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I can't even see straight |
| [05:34.08]Swirls in a [?] |
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No long |
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Talk of the music |
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Sold on |
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Post-rock |
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So song |
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Slow jams and trip-hop beat tapes |
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Out for the count with the jangling key chain |
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I saw life on the tip of your tongue as you let in the dreamscape |
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Space dust passing a satellite |
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Sparks in an atom fight |
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Parked in the darkness of deep space (waiting) |
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Laying in wait just waiting |
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Laying in wait just waiting |
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Laying in wait |
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Laying in wait for the snap of the heatwave (waiting) |
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Laying in wait just waiting |
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Laying in wait just waiting |
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Laying in wait |
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Laying in wait for the snap |
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Cool breeze chapping your lips |
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You're in a zone like |
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Full beam batting for six |
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You're all alone like |
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Cornered |
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And you can't atone for the warp speed turning this day into night shade |
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Falling |
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Keep falling |
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That gentle sting keeps calling |
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Yeah something in that cool breeze had us waging wars with all things |
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Morning |
