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作曲 : Hayes, Shave |
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作词 : HAYES, DARREN/SHAVE, JUSTIN GEORGE |
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Singer Darren Hayes |
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A conversation with God |
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We're driving. |
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Just me and God. |
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It's raining. |
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It's raining hard. |
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The windows are steaming up. |
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The bridge engulfed by fog. |
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The rust of the metal bridge. |
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It beckons. |
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It pulls me in. |
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I argue. |
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I scream at God and what he's offering. |
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And my hands fly off the steering wheel. |
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Can’t recall getting here. |
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If I could I would reach behind and turn my light off. |
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My thoughts run off the beaten track. |
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There's no lighthouse or way back. |
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Take the hand of God and bite the feeder. |
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No more lingering. |
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I'm driving. |
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I talk to God. |
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He's screaming. |
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I only nod. |
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I need to be where you are. |
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The leaves and trees are shaking. |
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It's raining. |
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The bullets melt. |
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The hunger of hunger itself. |
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It's draining but pain has reservoirs it keeps for itself. |
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And my hands fly off the steering wheel. |
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Can’t recall getting here. |
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If I could I would reach behind and turn my light off. |
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My thoughts run off the beaten track. |
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There's no lighthouse or way back. |
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Take the hand of God and bite the feeder. |
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No more lingering. |
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I'm falling I’m not in myself. |
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I'm diving. |
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I'm underneath. |
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The hull of a mighty ship that steams away from here. |
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The bubbles. |
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The surface race. |
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They shine and they replicate. |
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I hear it. |
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The voice of God is laced with sarcasm in your hands. |
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And my thoughts run off the beaten track. |
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There's no lighthouse or way back. |
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Take the hand of God and bite the feeder. |
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No more lingering. |
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My hands fly off the steering wheel. |
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Can’t recall getting here. |
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If I could I would reach behind and turn my light off. |