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The Pawnbroker

	作词 : Pram, Rosie
	As winter bleached the colour from the sun you left the in-laws
	And went to buy the things that I'd put in the pawnshop window
	And you took them home, locked them away
	My heart and soul, like china in display
	I realised my mistake and hurried to the pawnshop window
	But where my things had been there was nothing but a shadow
	And I became yours as you held the key
	My heart and soul no longer belong to me
	So now I wash the blood out of the uniforms you wear
	And stitch and mend your life up wherever there's a tear
	I repay the debt, so one day you'll owe me
	And on a night you'll regret, you will hand over the key

	zuò cí : Pram, Rosie
	As winter bleached the colour from the sun you left the inlaws
	And went to buy the things that I' d put in the pawnshop window
	And you took them home, locked them away
	My heart and soul, like china in display
	I realised my mistake and hurried to the pawnshop window
	But where my things had been there was nothing but a shadow
	And I became yours as you held the key
	My heart and soul no longer belong to me
	So now I wash the blood out of the uniforms you wear
	And stitch and mend your life up wherever there' s a tear
	I repay the debt, so one day you' ll owe me
	And on a night you' ll regret, you will hand over the key