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作曲 : David Kennan |
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作词 : David Kennan |
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A beginner's guide to bravery, we live in |
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It stabbed me in the chest like the pimp prudent's knife |
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Into poor wandering Becket under a mother of Pearl sky |
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At the back of the wall, I bawled, cursing all in reel and rhyme |
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While feeling out of sorts like a road sweeper dressed up to the nines |
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As the multi-colored kite over shoulders taking flight |
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And the local matador gives two fingers to the girl next door |
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I had a dream that James Dean was alive and well today |
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Looking for the quiet life, working for Irish rail |
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And in me father's clothes with a bloody nose I sang "Isn't it so sweet?" |
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There by the slot machine, there's James Dean out cold beneath my feet |
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And the disciples from the street |
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They all burst in through open doors |
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And the creaking of the chairs and the running down the stairs |
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Pure ecstasy |
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The circus master smiles pointing his finger at the mime |
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I hear the distant call of a boy named Paul who was taken before his time |
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And all the precious stones or the mongrel's bone won't entice me, you silly child |
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You just run on home for your tea's gone cold |
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And your mother cursed you blind |
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And the backdoor man feels wrong for switching off when signing on |
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And the double-jointed thief wins an award for pure indecency |
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I had a dream that James Dean was alive and well today |
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Looking for the quiet life, working for Irish rail |
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And in me father's clothes with a bloody nose I sang "Isn't it so sweet?" |
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There by the slot machine, there's James Dean out cold beneath my feet |
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Then the disciples from the street |
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They all burst in through open doors |
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And the creaking of the chairs and the running down the stairs |
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Pure ecstasy |
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I had a dream that James Dean was alive and well today |
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He's working for Irish rail |
