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作词 : Bruce Hornsby |
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作曲 : Bruce Hornsby |
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I'm on a long sojourn |
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I'm sitting here shedding my skin |
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Don't know about inside, ugly on the outside |
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They're all messing with me for the shape |
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I'm in I'm looking for a clean slate |
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Just need to find a new mind state |
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Hey, let's go looking for squirrels |
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Let's find something to do |
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I think she's shooting it right at you |
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Look down |
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I said right at you |
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And the hail falls hard |
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And the wind whips my face |
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And I'm a long, long way from anywhere real safe |
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And the storm clouds are flying high |
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Mud all over my face |
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And I'm a long, long way from my resting place |
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Hey, let's duck down this side street |
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Maybe no, nobody else will see |
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Everybody sees us as big fat bastards |
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But I can just se you looking at me |
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Ever feel like a side-show attraction |
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Ever feel like a walking infraction |
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Some people call me |
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Tarzan in my big, big sweats |
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Don't know just what they mean |
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Maybe not good, real bad |
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I bet And the hail falls hard |
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And the wind whips my face |
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And I'm a long, long way from some sheltered space |
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And the storm clouds are flying high |
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Mud all over my face |
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And I'm a long, long way from my resting place |
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I'm looking for a clean slate |
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Just need to find a new way, way to relate |
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You ever feel like a street walker |
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I get by being a funny talker |
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All those funny jokes sting, so keep walking |
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And the hail falls hard |
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And the wind whips my face |
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And I'm a long, long way from some sheltered space |
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And the storm clouds are flying high |
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Mud all over my face |
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And I'm a long, long way from my resting place |
