[00:00.24]F stop Blues
[00:11.24]Jack Johnson
[00:12.24]胖媛儿
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[00:16.24]Hermit crabs and cowry shells
[00:19.19]Crush beneath his feet as he comes towards you
[00:23.79]He′s waving at you
[00:28.99]
[00:29.56]Lift him up to see what you can see
[00:34.85]He begins his focusing
[00:37.96]He′s aiming at you
[00:44.33]
[00:44.62]And now he has cutaways from memories
[00:48.86]And close-ups of anything that
[00:52.45]He has seen or even dreamed
[00:57.13]And now he′s finished focusing
[01:00.20]
[01:00.72]He′s imagining lightning
[01:03.05]Striking sea sickness
[01:08.21]Away from here
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[01:15.65]Look who′s laughing now that you′ve wasted
[01:22.96]How many years and you′ve barely even tasted
[01:30.42]Anything remotely close to
[01:34.16]Everything you′ve boasted about
[01:37.77]Look who′s crying now
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[02:00.70]Driftwood floats， after years of erosion
[02:03.99]Incoming tide touches roots to expose them，
[02:08.10]Quicksand steals my shoe，
[02:11.86]Clouds bring the f-stop blues
[02:22.60]Look who′s laughing now that you′ve wasted
[02:30.02]How many years and you′ve barely even tasted
[02:37.51]Anything remotely close to
[02:41.30]Everything you′ve boasted about
[02:44.82]Look who′s crying now