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作曲 : Benj Pasek, Justin Paul |
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There's a fortress on an island |
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That's an hour south of Athens. |
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In a little Grecian town I can't pronounce - |
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So I won't try. |
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And it looks like there's a castle that's |
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Just floating on the water. |
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And all around, the moss green mountains |
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Poke and pierce the sky. |
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The seagulls fly in circles |
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Over cafes on the shoreline. |
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And two or three stray dogs are sleeping |
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Underneath the trees. |
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The sun hides under clouds that coat |
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The light in fainted purples. |
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The current whipps the colored ships |
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That see-saw in the breeze. |
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This is the closest I've come to being |
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A part of a painting. |
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Like I fell in a well of pastel |
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An artist dipped in while he drew. |
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And I know, if I remember every detail, |
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I can bring it home and paint it all for you. |
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A girl waits at the harbor |
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For a boy who went out fishing. |
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He promised he'd return |
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Before the final breath of day. |
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As darkness comes without him |
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And she leaves the dock behind her. |
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His boat appears, he dries her tears |
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And carries her away. |
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This is the closest I've come to being |
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Part of a painting. |
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And although it was slow, now I know |
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The kind of man I want to be. |
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And I'm sure if I remember every detail, |
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I can recreate this rendering of me. |
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Sketches are never done. |
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Portraits are never complete. |
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Sometimes it takes time before |
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You're back on your feet. |
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But, now I know beauty. |
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I understand peace. |
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I found what I needed on the coast of Greece. |
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I wanted some distance to chart the unknown. |
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I needed to find my way on my own. |
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But now, |
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Finally I'm ready to let you be a part of my painting |
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And I swear I'll be there and I'll share |
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The things I've come to know as true. |
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Nothing else matters unless you'll be apart of my painting, |
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For the heart of my painting is you. |
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There's a man who writes a letter |
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To a lady back in Pittsburgh. |
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He says he's coming home |
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And that his trip is finally through. |
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And though he's scared |
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He signs it with "I love you, now and always." |
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He won't delay - |
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He'll start today |
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And paint it all for you. |
