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	作词 : Darnielle
	When I receive the blessing I've got coming
	I'm going to raise an ice-cold glass of water
	And toast the living and the dead who've gone before me
	And my head will throb like an old wound reopening
	When I get off the bus down there, my children
	They all are going to greet me at the station
	Like gypsies they will dance around me
	And the choral droning sound their voices make will saturate the evening
	When I get off the wheel I'm going to stop
	And make amends to everyone I've wounded
	And when I wave my magic wand
	Those few who've slipped the surly bonds will rise like salmon at the spawning

	zuò cí : Darnielle
	When I receive the blessing I' ve got coming
	I' m going to raise an icecold glass of water
	And toast the living and the dead who' ve gone before me
	And my head will throb like an old wound reopening
	When I get off the bus down there, my children
	They all are going to greet me at the station
	Like gypsies they will dance around me
	And the choral droning sound their voices make will saturate the evening
	When I get off the wheel I' m going to stop
	And make amends to everyone I' ve wounded
	And when I wave my magic wand
	Those few who' ve slipped the surly bonds will rise like salmon at the spawning