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作曲 : Gregory Alan Isakov |
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Smoke it flies from whiskey mouths |
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Vagabonds walk this suitcase town |
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Summer left us beckoning |
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The cottonwoods were all worn out |
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Night comes fixing on the day |
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And the universe reigned again |
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While the wheels roll, it all glows a flickering light |
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While you were sleeping i was the turning the dials |
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And I walled up your kingdom with radio wires |
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And the bells of the choir came in low and rumbling |
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...Aw you should a heard them |
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Living here in this city on fire, well I’ve been fine |
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Just dancing drunk above the street |
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Me the ghost of Caroline |
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And that was me, ya know, calling up above |
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From the steeples in the church yard |
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Watch the wheels roll to find another place home |
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While you were sleeping, you bet that I might |
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Walk this empty northern hemisphere wide |
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And the kingdom it came, well it all fell down |
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It all fell to dust |
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While you were sleeping i was the turning the dials |
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And I walled up your kingdom with radio wires |
