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作词 : Stewart |
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"Oh I know that you are an artist" she said “ |
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"For you make your songs out of clay “ |
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You carry the dust on your hands and your face |
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You never quite brushed it away |
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You were trying to chisel a perfect truth |
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When the instrument broke in your hand |
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Now you sit all alone on the greenhouse roof |
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With your shoes full of sand" |
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And the golden rays of the sun divide |
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In the slanting mists of the rain |
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And Maggie is on the road again |
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"Oh I know that you were a sailor" she said “ |
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"Till you came too close to the shore “ |
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And like any shipwrecked sailor now |
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You live by an open door |
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And when evening sails in the masts of the trees |
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Your feet seem to slip on the ground |
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And you long for the little ship |
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In which you can safely drown" |
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And the silver mounds of the waves divide |
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At the feet of the wind and the rain |
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And Maggie is far at sea again |
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"0h I know that you were an outlaw" she said “ |
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"And you robbed both the rich and the poor “ |
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Now you seek my bed like a sanctuary |
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But you keep one eye on the door |
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And you press my hand in the dead of the night |
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And say I can heal all your wounds |
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In the morning your eyes just look hunted again |
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You'll be leaving soon" |
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And the silver rays of the moon divide |
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In the slanting mists of the rain |
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And Maggie is on the prowl again |
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"So I know that you are an artist" she said “ |
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"And you make your songs out of clay “ |
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For you carry the dust on your hands and your face |
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You never quite brushed it away |
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And you work with your back to an open door |
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While the light is beginning to fade |
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And the windows are liquid the sky is alive |
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And the night is jade" |
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And the silver rays of the moon divide |
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In the slanting mists of the rain |
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And Maggie is on the road again |
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And the silver rays of the moon divide |
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At the feet of the wind and the rain |
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And Maggie, I'm at your door again Maggie， |
