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作词 : Kate Tempest/Dan Carey |
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作曲 : Kate Tempest/Dan Carey |
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It’s coming to pass, my countries coming apart |
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The whole thing’s becoming such a bumbling farce |
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Was that a pivotal historical moment we just went stumbling past? |
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Well, here we are, dancing in the rumbling dark |
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So come a little closer, give me something to grasp |
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Give me your beautiful, crumbling heart |
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Another disaster, catharsis |
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Another half-discarded mirage |
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Another mask slips |
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I face off with the physical |
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My head’s ringing from the love of the stars |
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There is too much pretense here |
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Too much depends on the fragile wages |
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And extortionate rents here |
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We’re working every dread day that is given us |
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Feeling like the person people meet really isn’t us |
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Like we’re gonna buckle underneath the trouble |
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Like any minute now, the struggle’s going to finish us |
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And then we smile at all our friends |
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It’s hard, we got our heads down and our hackles up |
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Our backs against the wall, I can feel you aching |
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None of this was written in stone |
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There is nothing we’re forbidden to know |
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And I can feel things changing |
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Even when I’m weak and I’m breaking |
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I’ll stand weeping at the train station |
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‘Cause I can see your faces |
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There is so much peace to be found in people’s faces |
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I saw it roaring |
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I felt it clawing at my clothes like a grieving friend |
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It said there are no new beginnings |
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Until everybody sees that the old ways need to end |
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But it’s hard to accept that we’re all one and the same flesh |
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Given the rampant divisions between oppressor and oppressed |
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But we are, though |
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More empathy, less greed, more respect |
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All I’ve got to say has already been said |
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I mean, you heard it from yourself |
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When you were lying in your bed and couldn’t sleep |
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Thinking, "Couldn’t we be doing this differently?" |
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I’m listening to every little whisper in the distance singing hymns |
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And I can, I can feel things changing |
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But it’s so hard, we got our heads down and our hackles up |
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Our backs against the wall, I can feel your heart racing |
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None of this was written in stone |
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The currents fast, but the river moves slow |
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And I can feel things changing |
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Even when I’m weak and I’m breakin' |
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I stand weeping at the train station |
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‘Cause I can see your faces |
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There is so much peace to be found in people’s faces |
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It’s not enough |
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To imagine we’ll be happy when we’ve got enough stuff |
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All this stuff is blocking us |
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I’m neat with no chaser |
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I’m all spirit, but I’m sinking |
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'Cause the days are not days but strange symptoms |
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And this age is our age |
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But our age is rage sinking to beige |
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And yes, our children are brave |
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But their mission is vague |
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Now I don’t have the answers |
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But there are still things to say |
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I stare out at my city on another difficult day |
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And I scream inwardly, "When will this change?" |
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I’m beginning to fade |
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But my sanity’s saved ‘cause I can see your faces |
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My sanity’s saved ‘cause I can see your faces |
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It’s hard, we got our heads down and our hackles up |
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Our backs against the wall, I can feel your heart racing |
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None of this was written in stone |
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The current’s fast but the river moves slow |
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And I can feel things changing |
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Even when I’m weak and I’m breaking |
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I stand weeping at the train station |
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‘Cause I can see your faces |
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I love people’s faces |
