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作词 : Paths |
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作曲 : Paths |
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In the thirst of the heat |
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I have drank the water |
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With my throat devoured |
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Its cool tremolos |
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As a child I fell asleep |
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To the sound of the water |
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Through the wall |
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As it showers down |
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It is the oldest song |
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The oldest song of the earth |
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They used to think it thundered |
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Off the edge of the earth |
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It is the oldest song |
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The oldest song of the earth |
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They used to think it thundered |
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Off the edge of the earth |
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In the thirst of the heat |
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We should give no quarter |
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To the bodies that bound us |
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They come apart |
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As a child I fell asleep |
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To the sound of the water |
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Through the wall |
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As it showers down |
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It is the oldest song |
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The oldest song of the earth |
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They used to think it thundered |
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Off the edge of the earth |
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It is the oldest song |
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The oldest song of the earth |
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They used to think it thundered |
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Off the edge of the |
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Say! |
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Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so. |
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After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns, |
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we ourselves flash and yearn, |
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and moreover my mother told me as a boy |
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(repeatingly) ‘Ever to confess you’re bored |
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means you have no |
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Inner Resources.’ I conclude now I have no |
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inner resources, because I am heavy bored. |
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Peoples bore me, |
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literature bores me, especially great literature, |
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Henry bores me, with his plights & gripes |
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as bad as achilles, |
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who loves people and valiant art, which bores me. |
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And the tranquil hills, & gin, look like a drag |
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and somehow a dog |
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has taken itself & its tail considerably away |
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into mountains or sea or sky, leaving |
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behind: me, wag. |
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The sound of water is the oldest song of the world. |
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It is the oldest song |
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The oldest song of the earth |
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They used to think it thundered |
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Off the edge of the earth |
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It is the oldest song |
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The oldest song of the earth |
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They used to think it thundered |
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Off the edge of the earth |
