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White Paint Morning

	作词 : Buffalo Tom
	Sixty-eight at twenty-one
	The girl has risen with the sun
	It's a white paint morning now that the fog is gone
	It's a bright, dumbfounded dawn
	She lays down out on the lawn
	And the new day wakes and turns to confront the clock
	And down, the little town
	All squared away
	Don't it make you want to cry all day?
	And gone, washed by the wind
	Crushed by the clouds
	It's where the land end and the day begins "Is this normal?" she asks allowed
	As she sifted through the crowd
	Through her tears and her strong morning perfume
	It seems that life's just not correct
	From the observation deck
	And she sits frozen in her bus seat all the way
	And down, the little town
	All squared away
	Don't it make you want to cry all day?
	And gone, washed by the wind
	Crushed by the clouds
	It's where the land end and the day begins
	Statues and flowers
	The crestfallen leaves
	The minutes and hours
	As ours gently leaves
	And down, the little town
	All squared away
	Don't it make you want to cry all day?
	And gone, washed by the wind
	Crushed by the clouds
	It's where the land end and the day begins
	And down, the little town
	All squared away
	Don't it make you want to cry all day?
	And gone, yeah gone
	Yeah, yeah, yeah gone
	Don't it make you wanna cry, cry, cry all day

	zuò cí : Buffalo Tom
	Sixtyeight at twentyone
	The girl has risen with the sun
	It' s a white paint morning now that the fog is gone
	It' s a bright, dumbfounded dawn
	She lays down out on the lawn
	And the new day wakes and turns to confront the clock
	And down, the little town
	All squared away
	Don' t it make you want to cry all day?
	And gone, washed by the wind
	Crushed by the clouds
	It' s where the land end and the day begins " Is this normal?" she asks allowed
	As she sifted through the crowd
	Through her tears and her strong morning perfume
	It seems that life' s just not correct
	From the observation deck
	And she sits frozen in her bus seat all the way
	And down, the little town
	All squared away
	Don' t it make you want to cry all day?
	And gone, washed by the wind
	Crushed by the clouds
	It' s where the land end and the day begins
	Statues and flowers
	The crestfallen leaves
	The minutes and hours
	As ours gently leaves
	And down, the little town
	All squared away
	Don' t it make you want to cry all day?
	And gone, washed by the wind
	Crushed by the clouds
	It' s where the land end and the day begins
	And down, the little town
	All squared away
	Don' t it make you want to cry all day?
	And gone, yeah gone
	Yeah, yeah, yeah gone
	Don' t it make you wanna cry, cry, cry all day