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作词 : Johnny Flynn |
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作曲 : Johnny Flynn |
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Gotta get out, gotta shout, gotta sing, |
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gotta dance, gotta jump, gotta run. |
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Think I'll fight a war, I don't know what for |
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But I'll learn when I got my gun |
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Well I left home three days ago |
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I feel like going to bed |
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Open the courts and a new religion |
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Burning through my head |
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Burning through my head |
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Made my way with the fusiliers |
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I even fought my way back home |
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But the front line shifted and my rifle got lifted |
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Had to fight the war on my own |
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Well I left home three days ago |
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I feel like going to bed |
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Walking downtown gave me cold, cold fingers |
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And my feet were made of lead |
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My feet were made of lead |
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I'll just eat fruit on your doorstep |
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I'll just drink pailfuls of rain |
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I'm but a barnacled warship |
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Singing the fighter's refrain |
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Singing the fighter's |
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Made my way with the Salvation Army |
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Take them on with a tambourin |
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I'll strike down sinners like the old gunslingers |
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Smooth'em out like margarine |
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Well, I left home three days ago |
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I feel like going to bed. |
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Open the courts and a new religion |
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Burning through my head |
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Burning through my head |
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Went to the gambling shop today |
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They had me five to one |
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Heard a voice behind me say |
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Put down the Bible and pick up your gun |
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Well, I left home three days ago |
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I feel like going to bed |
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Water downtown gave me cold, cold fingers |
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And my feet were made of lead |
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My feet were made of lead |
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I'll just eat fruit on your doorstep |
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I'll just drink pailfuls of rain |
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I'm but a barnacled warship |
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Singing the fighter's refrain |
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Singing the fighter's |
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