[00:00.000] 作曲 : Alex Turner/Miles Kane
[00:01.000] 作词 : Alex Turner/Miles Kane
[00:20.870]Well we were kissing
[00:22.980]It was secret
[00:25.140]We’d had to sneak beyond the kitchen
[00:29.550]Both well aware that there’d be trouble
[00:34.110]If the manager should find us
[00:38.600]You’d got a leaning tower of pint pots in your hand
[00:44.510]You can carry much more than I can
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[00:51.110]And a wicked gale came howling up through
[00:56.400]Sheffield City Centre
[00:59.860]There was palm tree debris everywhere
[01:04.200]And a Roman Colosseum
[01:08.320]It must be boring when I talk about my dreams
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[01:21.620]I’m in a building and I notice
[01:25.620]That I’m surrounded by the ocean
[01:30.200]I get a feeling, I start running
[01:34.310]Don’t really know why I am running
[01:37.840]I never really know why I am running
[01:42.410]‘til I get caught
[01:45.130]Want to wake up to my dream report?
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[01:51.840]And the snow was falling thick and fast
[01:55.840]We were bombing down Los Feliz
[02:00.160]It was you and me and Miles Kane
[02:04.830]And some prick I went to school with
[02:08.720]It must be be awful when I talk about my…
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[02:14.600]Visions of the past and possible future
[02:20.110]Shoot through my mind and I can’t let go
[02:24.380]Inseparable opposing images
[02:30.920]When can you come back again?
[02:35.660]
[02:54.570]And a wicked gale came howling up through
[02:59.380]Sheffield City Centre
[03:03.150]There was palm tree debris everywhere and a Roman Colosseum
[03:11.690]Isn't it boring when I talk about my dreams?
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[03:20.300]It must be torture when I talk about my dreams