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作词 : Sara Bareilles/Justin Tranter |
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作曲 : Sara Bareilles/Justin Tranter |
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By the time you hear this, I'll be in the rearview mirror |
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I'll even wear that green dress you like so when I disappear |
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You can turn around, one last look at the girl you lost in time |
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Your turn to make up your mind between the two roads |
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Go and take some more time, but me and mine must go |
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I tried to wait it out, no more |
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Can't find the man I was waiting for |
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I wanted to be your girl in a white T-shirt |
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Over coffee, stirring in the cinnamon |
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While you read me poetry by dead men |
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I wanted to be your girl with your hands on my skin |
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Stirring in the cinnamon |
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While you read me poetry by dead men |
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(While you read me poetry by dead men) |
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While you read me poetry by dead men |
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By the time you hear this, who knows where I might be |
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Singing 'bout another near-miss love that ended incomplete |
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I was ready, but you weren't |
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So jump with your net from this bridge you burned |
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I wanted to tell you things |
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All the secrets I've been keeping |
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I saw it in front of me, but then you just kept disappearing |
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A good dream, almost |
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Now I tell your ghost |
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I wanted to be your girl in a white T-shirt |
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Over coffee, stirring in the cinnamon |
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While you read me poetry by dead men |
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I wanted to be your girl with your hands on my skin |
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Stirring in the cinnamon |
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While you read me poetry by dead men |
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(While you read me poetry by dead men) |
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While you read me poetry by dead men |
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Line after line, the words just live to remind |
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The two of us, what we could have been |
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Poetry by dead men |
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Fire from ember, how could I make you remember? |
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With a turn of a phrase, would you turn to me if I say |
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I still want to be your girl? |
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I still want to be your girl in a white T-shirt |
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Over coffee, stirring in the cinnamon |
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While you read me poetry by dead men |
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I wanted to be your girl with your hands on my skin |
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Stirring in the cinnamon |
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While you read me poetry by dead men |
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(While you read me poetry by dead men) |
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While you read me poetry by dead men |
