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There's an Arc

	作曲 : Ward
	Don't you swing like a child,
	In a tree, on a tire, in 85?
	There's an arc that your feet will ride
	On the way between hate and that Sunday fire
	And that Sunday fire
	You look so serious
	Oh, you look so serious
	The night is serving us
	But you look so serious
	This could be our reward
	This could be it
	This could be our reward
	This could be it
	This could be it
	This simple Friday night
	Where you're loosening your tie
	But there's a tightness in your eyes
	Oh, you look so serious
	Why do you look so serious?
	The night is serving us
	And we're deserving it
	And this could be our reward
	This could be it
	This could be our reward
	This could be it
	This could be all we're owed
	All we're owed, all we're getting
	This could be our reward
	This could be it
	This simple Friday night
	Where you're loosening your tie
	But there's a tightness in your eyes
	'Cause if we swing like a child
	Then we're always colliding this time of night
	But our arcs, they could align
	We could align! We could align!
	And over gravity up comes this kicking child
	This kicking child

	zuò qǔ : Ward
	Don' t you swing like a child,
	In a tree, on a tire, in 85?
	There' s an arc that your feet will ride
	On the way between hate and that Sunday fire
	And that Sunday fire
	You look so serious
	Oh, you look so serious
	The night is serving us
	But you look so serious
	This could be our reward
	This could be it
	This could be our reward
	This could be it
	This could be it
	This simple Friday night
	Where you' re loosening your tie
	But there' s a tightness in your eyes
	Oh, you look so serious
	Why do you look so serious?
	The night is serving us
	And we' re deserving it
	And this could be our reward
	This could be it
	This could be our reward
	This could be it
	This could be all we' re owed
	All we' re owed, all we' re getting
	This could be our reward
	This could be it
	This simple Friday night
	Where you' re loosening your tie
	But there' s a tightness in your eyes
	' Cause if we swing like a child
	Then we' re always colliding this time of night
	But our arcs, they could align
	We could align! We could align!
	And over gravity up comes this kicking child
	This kicking child