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the hand that held me down

	作曲 : Corvidae, Fontaine
	Oh, the razor in your apple, the affection of your glove
	The prison of your company, the snake oil of your love
	The heights to which you drag me just to hurl your scorn
	The trumpets play the livelong day, but they blow so forlorn
	Did you hold the hand that held me down?
	Did you laugh at my expense?
	When there's rust upon your ragged crown
	Who will stand at your defense?
	And when I unveiled my weakness on your rodeo of tears
	You stood there so vacantly, your fingers in your ears
	And you left by the morning, with all that's left to steal
	But every time you say farewell, there's breadcrumbs at your heels
	Did you kiss the hand that held me down?
	Was your kindness just pretense?
	When there's no one left for you to clown
	Who will stand at your defense?
	But it's ashes Lord, it's ashes; soon we all fall down
	You take your place among the saints, make not a single sound
	And on the hills that held our childhood, the flowers grow there still
	You lay beneath them pushing weeds and I guess you always will
	Could you be the hand that held me down?
	When I was sick with common sense
	And now your statuettes are all torn down
	There's no one left to lean against
	And ever since your epitaph was splattered on my wall
	No one comes to call. they can't stand the stench
	But I still sing your praises every time the curtain calls
	The burden on me falls
	Yeah, I alone stand at your defense

	zuò qǔ : Corvidae, Fontaine
	Oh, the razor in your apple, the affection of your glove
	The prison of your company, the snake oil of your love
	The heights to which you drag me just to hurl your scorn
	The trumpets play the livelong day, but they blow so forlorn
	Did you hold the hand that held me down?
	Did you laugh at my expense?
	When there' s rust upon your ragged crown
	Who will stand at your defense?
	And when I unveiled my weakness on your rodeo of tears
	You stood there so vacantly, your fingers in your ears
	And you left by the morning, with all that' s left to steal
	But every time you say farewell, there' s breadcrumbs at your heels
	Did you kiss the hand that held me down?
	Was your kindness just pretense?
	When there' s no one left for you to clown
	Who will stand at your defense?
	But it' s ashes Lord, it' s ashes soon we all fall down
	You take your place among the saints, make not a single sound
	And on the hills that held our childhood, the flowers grow there still
	You lay beneath them pushing weeds and I guess you always will
	Could you be the hand that held me down?
	When I was sick with common sense
	And now your statuettes are all torn down
	There' s no one left to lean against
	And ever since your epitaph was splattered on my wall
	No one comes to call. they can' t stand the stench
	But I still sing your praises every time the curtain calls
	The burden on me falls
	Yeah, I alone stand at your defense