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作曲 : Jules |
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gary jules - umbilical town |
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I hear you've got a pocket full of words |
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That you keep in the garage |
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Together with the feather and the fireworks |
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A surftown hero who's got one foot in the garden |
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Where the neon-lighted cocktail glasses bloom |
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And they built you a model airplane |
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Like the one that brought you back to Lindbergh field |
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Now you're counting your change by the streetlights on India |
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"Hey, it's me again, I'm faded...could I please come over?" |
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You can do what you want |
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In umbilical town |
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In a waterfront bar |
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Old gap-toothed Annie was a friend of mine |
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The third time around she was born again |
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She must have burned at least a half-a-million dollars |
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In the little rooms next door to wash-and-fold |
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And there ain't no consolation prize |
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There is no backdoor to innocence |
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Just the wild-eyed faces and names that you've forgotten |
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"Hey, the money's gone, I'm broken, could I please come over?" |
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You can do what you want |
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In umbilical town |
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In that waterfront bar |
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I've been dreaming we were born together |
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I've been thinking about it |
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'Been lurking backstreets-kicking down alleyways |
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I've been thinking about it |
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How it's always worse than it appears |
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Raskolnikov's out on the stairs |
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Howling at the man in the moon |
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They say he lost control |
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Between the suburbs and the barrio |
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Tired from too much too soon |
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Now the air is thick with compromises |
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We're always on the way |
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So I take comfort in the only life I know |
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Well you can do what you want |
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In umbilical town |
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At the waterfront bar |
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In umbilical town |
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You can do what you want |
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You can do what you want |
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You can do what you want |
