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Looking for the Holes

	作词 : DiFranco
	I am looking for the holes
	The holes in your jeans
	Because I want to know
	Are they worn out in the seat
	Or are they worn out in the knees
	There are so many ways to wear
	What we've got before it's gone
	To make use of what is there
	I don't wear anything
	I can't wipe my hands on
	Do your politics fit between the headlines
	Are they written in newsprint, are they distant
	Mine are crossing an empty parking lot
	They are a woman walking home
	At nightAlone
	They are six string that sing
	And wood that hums against my hipbone
	We can't afford to do anyone harm
	Because we owe them our lives
	Each breath is recycled from someone else's lungs
	Are enemies are the very air in disguise
	You can talk a great philosophy
	But if you can't be kind to people
	Every dayIt doesn't mean that much to me
	It's the little things you do
	The little things you say
	It's the love you give along the way
	When we patch things up
	They say a job well done
	But when we ask why
	Where did the rips come from
	They say we are subversive
	And extreme, of course
	We are just trying to track a problem to its source
	Because we know we can't sit back
	And let people come to harm
	We owe them our lives
	Each breath is recycled from someone else's lungs
	Our enemies are the very air
	Our enemies are the air
	We are looking for the holes
	The holes in your jeans
	Because we want to know
	Are they worn out in the seat
	Or are they worn out in the knees

	zuò cí : DiFranco
	I am looking for the holes
	The holes in your jeans
	Because I want to know
	Are they worn out in the seat
	Or are they worn out in the knees
	There are so many ways to wear
	What we' ve got before it' s gone
	To make use of what is there
	I don' t wear anything
	I can' t wipe my hands on
	Do your politics fit between the headlines
	Are they written in newsprint, are they distant
	Mine are crossing an empty parking lot
	They are a woman walking home
	At nightAlone
	They are six string that sing
	And wood that hums against my hipbone
	We can' t afford to do anyone harm
	Because we owe them our lives
	Each breath is recycled from someone else' s lungs
	Are enemies are the very air in disguise
	You can talk a great philosophy
	But if you can' t be kind to people
	Every dayIt doesn' t mean that much to me
	It' s the little things you do
	The little things you say
	It' s the love you give along the way
	When we patch things up
	They say a job well done
	But when we ask why
	Where did the rips come from
	They say we are subversive
	And extreme, of course
	We are just trying to track a problem to its source
	Because we know we can' t sit back
	And let people come to harm
	We owe them our lives
	Each breath is recycled from someone else' s lungs
	Our enemies are the very air
	Our enemies are the air
	We are looking for the holes
	The holes in your jeans
	Because we want to know
	Are they worn out in the seat
	Or are they worn out in the knees