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Lady Divine (Album Version)

[00:00.00]	作词 : Alela Diane
[00:01.00]	作曲 : Alela Diane
[00:11.22]	When the day, when the day falls to the light
[00:17.43]	At the end, oh the end of my time
[00:26.82]	I call to the dark take the bones off my back
[00:37.32]	And I chant to the black you were my lady divine
[00:48.12]	'Cause my children are in hiding
[00:52.53]	Mortor and pestle they grind
[01:02.76]	Those songs whistled through white teeth do scuff the days
[01:12.93]	With songs for children to sing
[01:26.16]	Those songs whistled through white teeth do scuff the days
[01:37.38]	With songs for children to sing
[02:14.25]	When the chairs are tucked into the fading song
[02:20.46]	And the silver of their pours has grown long
[02:26.70]	Oh, they call to the dark, take the bones off my back
[02:39.93]	And they chant to the black you were my lady divine
[02:54.18]	And they bloat like a bitter wine in their bellies
[03:04.14]	'Cause the bones have been removed
[03:09.84]	From their hunched over backs
[03:16.68]	And their children are all grown now
[03:22.35]	Mortor and pestle they grind
[03:30.48]	Those songs whistled through white teeth still scuff the days
[03:38.97]	With songs for children to sing
[03:39.63]	Those songs whistled through white teeth still scuff the days
[04:06.75]	With songs for children to sing
[04:10.53]	Those songs for children to sing

[00:00.00]	zuò cí : Alela Diane
[00:01.00]	zuò qǔ : Alela Diane
[00:11.22]	When the day, when the day falls to the light
[00:17.43]	At the end, oh the end of my time
[00:26.82]	I call to the dark take the bones off my back
[00:37.32]	And I chant to the black you were my lady divine
[00:48.12]	' Cause my children are in hiding
[00:52.53]	Mortor and pestle they grind
[01:02.76]	Those songs whistled through white teeth do scuff the days
[01:12.93]	With songs for children to sing
[01:26.16]	Those songs whistled through white teeth do scuff the days
[01:37.38]	With songs for children to sing
[02:14.25]	When the chairs are tucked into the fading song
[02:20.46]	And the silver of their pours has grown long
[02:26.70]	Oh, they call to the dark, take the bones off my back
[02:39.93]	And they chant to the black you were my lady divine
[02:54.18]	And they bloat like a bitter wine in their bellies
[03:04.14]	' Cause the bones have been removed
[03:09.84]	From their hunched over backs
[03:16.68]	And their children are all grown now
[03:22.35]	Mortor and pestle they grind
[03:30.48]	Those songs whistled through white teeth still scuff the days
[03:38.97]	With songs for children to sing
[03:39.63]	Those songs whistled through white teeth still scuff the days
[04:06.75]	With songs for children to sing
[04:10.53]	Those songs for children to sing