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作词 : Evan Stephens Hall |
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作曲 : Evan Stephens Hall |
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That night when I lifted my head up |
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And I was seeing what was trembling there |
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On the edge of my restless eyelid |
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On the tip of the horizon's lash |
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On the lip of the collapsing letter |
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In the lap of the confusing moon |
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I'm reduced to an estranged illusion |
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I'm consumed by all the shit in my room |
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Well then maybe if you pick my room up |
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Carve a path in my moonlit floor |
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Through the colors I adorn my body with |
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In ritual |
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A life I adore |
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Nowadays I usually just get up |
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Put on a sweater from the day before |
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Like you said it's got to get better |
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I wear my shadow like a uniform |
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I'm torn right through |
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Divided right in two |
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So while I do align my library |
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By the colors on the spine of my books |
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When I'm looking for a resolution |
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But there's wreckage everywhere I look |
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And there's brambles scratching at the window |
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And there's silver shining on the thorns |
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I could've sworn the moon's singing to me |
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Strung in a phase so strange and torn |
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Now the stars look fake and strung up |
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And the colors on the floor are worn |
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And the hues on my body are muted |
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In the shadow, my uniform |
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I'm torn right through |
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Divided right in two |
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I'm lost without using |
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The brightest light I knew |
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That I knew |
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