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Cities Carved In Stone

	作曲 : MacUilliam, Nemtheanga ...
	I lost my self, in those streets
	A passenger of foreign tongue
	The sun sets, in the same language
	And rises just the same
	There was no grand design
	To get to this point
	No absolutes, no given truths
	We were not carved in stone
	She sent the sun to heal me
	She sent the moon to guide me
	And when the words failed me
	So she lay beside me
	Sometimes I get to thinking of the past
	When I've had more than a drink or two
	Who knows where the days go
	And would you ever want them back

	zuò qǔ : MacUilliam, Nemtheanga ...
	I lost my self, in those streets
	A passenger of foreign tongue
	The sun sets, in the same language
	And rises just the same
	There was no grand design
	To get to this point
	No absolutes, no given truths
	We were not carved in stone
	She sent the sun to heal me
	She sent the moon to guide me
	And when the words failed me
	So she lay beside me
	Sometimes I get to thinking of the past
	When I' ve had more than a drink or two
	Who knows where the days go
	And would you ever want them back