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作词 : David Bowie |
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"Look into my eyes", he tells |
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"I'm gonna say goodbye", he says, yeah |
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"Do not cry", she begs of him goodbye, yeah |
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All that day she thinks of his love, yeah |
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They whip him through the streets and alleys there |
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The gormless and the baying crowd right there |
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They can't get enough of that doomsday song |
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They can't get enough of it all |
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Listen |
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"Listen to the whores", he tells her |
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He fashions paper sculptures of them |
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Then drags them to the river's bank in the cart |
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Their soggy paper bodies wash ashore in the dark |
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And the priest stiff in hate now demanding fun begin |
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Of his women dressed as men for the pleasure of that priest |
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Here I am, not quite dying |
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My body left to rot in a hollow tree |
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Its branches throwing shadows on the gallows for me |
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And the next day, |
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And the next, |
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And another day |
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Ignoring the pain of their particular diseases |
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They chase him through the alleys chase him down the steps |
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They haul him through the mud and they chant for his death |
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And drag him to the feet of the purple headed priest |
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First they give you everything that you want |
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Then they take back everything that you have |
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They live upon their feet and they die upon their knees |
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They can work with satan while they dress like the saints |
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They know god exists for the devil told them so |
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They scream my name aloud down into the well below |
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Here I am, not quite dying |
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My body left to rot in a hollow tree |
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Its' branches throwing shadows on the gallows for me |
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And the next day, |
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And the next, |
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And another day. |
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Here I am, not quite dying |
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My body left to rot in a hollow tree |
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Its' branches throwing shadows on the gallows for me |
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And the next day, |
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And the next, |
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And another day. |
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Here I am, not quite dying |
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My body left to rot in a hollow tree |
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Its' branches throwing shadows on the gallows for me |
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And the next day, |
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And the next, |
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And another day. |
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Listen. |
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