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作词 : Luca Fogale |
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作曲 : Luca Angelo Fogale |
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Trust me when I say, that I understand |
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That believing in nothin', is a lead heavy hand |
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That at the fade of the water, is often the sand |
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That maybe all we're doin's for nothin' |
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But you pace down the hallway with nothin' to say |
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And the chords all feel empty when you sit down to play |
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So you stand in the doorway and wait for a change |
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Wish that every piece was for somethin' |
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But if nothing is sacred |
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And nothing is lost |
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And I'm in your corner |
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Whatever the cost |
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If the fists that are flyin', are keepin' you down |
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Then we'll fight a little harder, and find another way around |
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But still the traces of you, seem to lie spread appart |
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The engine won't turn and the furnace won't spark |
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Conversations of futures, resign to the dark |
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Feels like all that you built may just crumble |
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But I know that I see, in your eyes there's a space |
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To salvage the moments, all neatly erased |
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To finally hold on to, the feelins' you chase |
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To learn how to sprint to a stumble |
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Cause if nothing is sacred |
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And nothing is lost |
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And I'm in your corner |
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Whatever the cost |
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If the fists that are flyin', are keepin' you down |
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Then we'll fight a little harder, and find another way... |
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If the fists that are flyin', are keepin' you down |
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Then we'll fight a little harder, and find another way around |
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