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zuò qǔ : Paddy McAloon |
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Tell me do, something true, true of you and me |
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That we' re too busy living through, too busy to see |
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What is it that we do makes us what we are |
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If we sing are we nightingales, shine are we stars ? |
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Who are we ? What we got ? Are we a firework show ? |
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Growing pale like a star that burnt out years ago |
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Stranger things have been, stranger things have gone |
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I find it hard right now to name you one |
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Tell me do something true and drop the fairytales |
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If singin' birds must sing, with no question of choice |
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Then livin' is our song, indeed our voice |
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Best agree you and me we' re probably nightingales |
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Who are we ? What we got ? Are we a firework show ? |
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Growing pale like a star that burnt out years ago |
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Stranger things have been, stranger things have gone |
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I find it hard right now to name you one |
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Tell me do something true and drop the fairytales |
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If singin' birds must sing, with no question of choice |
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Then livin' is our song, indeed our voice |
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Best agree you and me we' re probably nightingales |
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God' s a proud thundercloud we are cartoon cats |
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With a fear that is biblical under our hats |
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Who are we ? What we got ? Are we a firework show ? |
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Growing pale like a star that burnt out years ago |
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Stranger things have been, stranger things have gone |
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I find it hard right now to name you one |
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Tell me do something true and drop the fairytales |
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If singin' birds must sing, with no question of choice |
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Then livin' is our song, indeed our voice |
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Best agree you and me we' re probably nightingales |
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yīn pín gōng chéng shī : J rgen Tr en |
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hùn yīn shī : J rgen Tr en |
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jí tā : Kato dland |
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mǔ dài gōng chéng shī : Morten Lund |
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rén shēng : Sondre Lerche |