The Finest Joke Is upon Us 歌词

	作词 : Pollard
	Mother, feeling your hand i
	Believe you and i did then
	And mother, release every bad seed
	The geese are leaving the trees
	Exposed to winter's cold
	They waited too long
	But we too exaggerated
	And i take the cake away
	It's a long song
	And i can play it so
	Give me a pick now collector of bones
	Words of smoke
	Distorted, never broken
	Paradise is open but i choke
	One of these days when i see through the smoke
	That'll be the day i get the joke
	(repeat from "exposed to winter's cold")

	zuo ci : Pollard
	Mother, feeling your hand i
	Believe you and i did then
	And mother, release every bad seed
	The geese are leaving the trees
	Exposed to winter' s cold
	They waited too long
	But we too exaggerated
	And i take the cake away
	It' s a long song
	And i can play it so
	Give me a pick now collector of bones
	Words of smoke
	Distorted, never broken
	Paradise is open but i choke
	One of these days when i see through the smoke
	That' ll be the day i get the joke
	repeat from " exposed to winter' s cold"

	zuò cí : Pollard
	Mother, feeling your hand i
	Believe you and i did then
	And mother, release every bad seed
	The geese are leaving the trees
	Exposed to winter' s cold
	They waited too long
	But we too exaggerated
	And i take the cake away
	It' s a long song
	And i can play it so
	Give me a pick now collector of bones
	Words of smoke
	Distorted, never broken
	Paradise is open but i choke
	One of these days when i see through the smoke
	That' ll be the day i get the joke
	repeat from " exposed to winter' s cold"

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