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作曲 : Wells |
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You're my desert the line between the sky |
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And where the world gets solid |
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And willing to divide |
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I corner you in the bedroom |
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I find you at the sink |
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I picture you in the morning |
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I reach for you in my sleep |
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I was in love with the sky it's like a drug |
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I was in love with my window at twilight |
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In the back room of my memory |
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Lives a small boy stocking shelves |
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Of numbered periodicals |
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And the dreams I don't write down |
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Got a typist on the bottle |
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My stock boy only twelve |
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And dozing in the showroom |
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My many other selves |
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I was love with the sound of it all |
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I was in love with not knowing anything at all |
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I was in love with the sky it's quite a high |
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I was in love with my window at twilight |
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I was love with the sound of it all |
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I was in love with not knowing anything at all |
