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作词 : unknown |
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The walls are talking and the only person |
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who can hear me is nearly gone. |
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I stand by your bedside, on the edge of words |
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That I can't say, for the fear that I might fall. |
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Maybe I'm afraid that the pictures that I paint, |
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Won't capture the beauty of you. |
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And the last thing that you hear is the silence in your ears, |
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As I sink beneath the weight of it all. |
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I could call you my lover, call you a beast, |
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Call you the island, where faith doesn't reach. |
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Call you a lion, call you a man, |
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You're the line that ties me to things. |
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I don't understand. |
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Your smile as you wither, is as pretty as the picture, |
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You wouldn't sell to the lady next door. |
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You tell me music and art, it doesn't have a price, |
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It's for the heart, I should give it away, |
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Use it for the freedom of us all. |
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I could call you my lover, call you a beast, |
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Call you the island, where faith doesn't reach. |
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Call you a lion, call you a man, |
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You're the line that ties me to things. |
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I don't understand. |
