...And We Exhale And Roll Our Eyes In Unison 歌词

歌曲	...And We Exhale And Roll Our Eyes In Unison
歌手	Los Campesinos!
专辑	Hold On Now, Youngster...
下载	Image LRC TXT

	作曲 : Team Campesinos!
	One, two, three, four, five, six...
	It's bad enough you ever use the word as an adjective
	But to suggest we do it in heels is really quite crass
	And frankly, we're reasonably practical
	And we know the benefits of always doing these things in flats
	And I spent the last seven years perched on the edge of my bed
	Scratching 'I am incredibly sincere' into my forearm
	You should know better
	A fifteen year old's editorial, some lazy innuendo
	(The last man standing is a girl)
	Four sweaty boys with guitars tell me nothing about my life
	And the earth's air pressure gets far greater when I hear you
	You should try harder
	It takes an educated guess to see I like you little at best
	And if you come here for the faces hope you leave under duress
	And you still treat it like a novelty
	Less pop concert more butchery
	And we exhale, and roll our eyes in unison
	And we exhale
	And we roll our eyes
	And we do these things in unison
	And woe is me
	And woe is you
	And woe is us, together
	And woe is me
	And woe is you
	And woe is us, together.

	zuo qu : Team Campesinos!
	One, two, three, four, five, six...
	It' s bad enough you ever use the word as an adjective
	But to suggest we do it in heels is really quite crass
	And frankly, we' re reasonably practical
	And we know the benefits of always doing these things in flats
	And I spent the last seven years perched on the edge of my bed
	Scratching ' I am incredibly sincere' into my forearm
	You should know better
	A fifteen year old' s editorial, some lazy innuendo
	The last man standing is a girl
	Four sweaty boys with guitars tell me nothing about my life
	And the earth' s air pressure gets far greater when I hear you
	You should try harder
	It takes an educated guess to see I like you little at best
	And if you come here for the faces hope you leave under duress
	And you still treat it like a novelty
	Less pop concert more butchery
	And we exhale, and roll our eyes in unison
	And we exhale
	And we roll our eyes
	And we do these things in unison
	And woe is me
	And woe is you
	And woe is us, together
	And woe is me
	And woe is you
	And woe is us, together.

	zuò qǔ : Team Campesinos!
	One, two, three, four, five, six...
	It' s bad enough you ever use the word as an adjective
	But to suggest we do it in heels is really quite crass
	And frankly, we' re reasonably practical
	And we know the benefits of always doing these things in flats
	And I spent the last seven years perched on the edge of my bed
	Scratching ' I am incredibly sincere' into my forearm
	You should know better
	A fifteen year old' s editorial, some lazy innuendo
	The last man standing is a girl
	Four sweaty boys with guitars tell me nothing about my life
	And the earth' s air pressure gets far greater when I hear you
	You should try harder
	It takes an educated guess to see I like you little at best
	And if you come here for the faces hope you leave under duress
	And you still treat it like a novelty
	Less pop concert more butchery
	And we exhale, and roll our eyes in unison
	And we exhale
	And we roll our eyes
	And we do these things in unison
	And woe is me
	And woe is you
	And woe is us, together
	And woe is me
	And woe is you
	And woe is us, together.

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