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作曲 : Wells |
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It's all over the news |
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Another roadside suicide,another hotel,too |
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Another public place, another mother's face |
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I can't see, I can't look, I can't look |
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But I'm greedy with my freedom |
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On our heads, on our heads the blood's flowing |
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We go without looking, but not knowing |
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In my hands, in my hands, in my hands |
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Yeah, your loss is my loss,even without my looking |
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My looking |
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Around and around and around |
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I'm calling it, calling it out |
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Way past ripe into rotten |
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Spoil no longer, no longer |
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It's gotten into the air |
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Yeah, the smell of death is everywhere |
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It creeps across the ocean |
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Like a grease fire |
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It comes pouring down on the crops in the ground |
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And all through the town it whispers |
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The names of the ones who have gone before |
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By the hands of the bombs and the guns and the war |
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I can't see, I can't look, I can't look |
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But I'm greedy with my freedom |
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It's time we start looking |
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We start looking |
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We start looking |
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Around and around and around |
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I'm calling it, calling it out |
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Way past ripe into rotten |
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Spoil no longer, no longer |
