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作曲 : Edwards |
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That's no way to live |
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all tangled up like balls of string. |
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And we woke at dawn |
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and watched the sun glide over the hill. |
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I just said the first |
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three words that popped into my head. |
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Let me off the bus; |
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I'm tired and sore and should probably change clothes. |
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And the circuits are blown, |
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my woman is cold, |
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our children are stoned and worthless. |
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All waiting for you to tell them the truth. |
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The truth is a line, that you'll never use. |
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And her dignity |
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shown so bright like a light on a hill. |
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And she burned for me, |
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and no other man came near the flame. |
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And back country songs the defeaning twang of the rich-white-kid blues |
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You can own the stage, |
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but the lights and glares will not make you real. |
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She whispers to me, I was meant to be free. |
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This life that we've built is deadly. |
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She crawls from my bed, with a comb cross her head. |
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She crawls to the train and drives herself home |
