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作词 : William Patrick Corgan |
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作曲 : William Patrick Corgan |
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Lo, and lo |
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There aren't queens, ho |
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There are streets you paint with gold |
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And dreams told of pearl |
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Stung with lanterns bright |
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With promise since earned by day |
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Spurned to fright |
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Tuned to phantoms a-flail and scorched into sky |
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Forgive, forgive what's kind |
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Make believe, make believe |
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Poppies make 'em sleep like a witch dooms mine |
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Make believe, make believe midnight's chime |
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'Cause they closed the cantina |
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They closed the cardinal rouge |
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They drove 'ol Angelina |
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Shuttered her with dread |
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Oh, hearth, hearth of a great war |
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Your first chance fills my hand |
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Penultimate and vast |
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Say it so, there aren't queens, lo |
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By what means though shall we reign |
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'Gainst pitched black and Union Jack |
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Your gods aren't coming back |
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The owl's in the knave |
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Ghost-cinders, tinder-safe |
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Forgive, forgive what's asked |
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Make believe, make believe |
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Poppies make 'em sleep like a witch churns ash |
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Make believe, make believe |
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My loom and lash |
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Make believe, make believe |
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My loom and lash |
