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zuò qǔ : SIMON MATTHEW ALAN |
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zuò cí : SIMON MATTHEW ALAN |
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Listen to the sounds, they' re ringing out around you |
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These are the cries of the dying breed |
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Politics of hate you' d never get around to |
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Blood over brains that we never need |
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I saw you in the back, studied and relaxed |
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Fixed in the pose like a silent stone |
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Serenity intact, it' s the feeling that I lack |
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Life in the floors of a stable home |
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I can trace you on paper like a sketch of a smell |
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You' re a breath to the runner in contest |
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In close to the nerve, but you rest so far away |
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And I have to give it up someday |
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Every time I close my eyes, I see you in front of me |
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Pretending in a love like this |
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I have no choice but to put you in back of me |
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Don' t cover my footsteps |
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Dead weight all right, I know you' re no good for me |
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Dead weight all right, I know you' re no righteous leader |
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You' re dead weight all right, that' s fine |
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You get your hands off me |
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You have to touch me with kid gloves |
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You have to touch me with kid gloves |
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Buy me to the wind, you talk me out of standstill |
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I never felt so alive at once |
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Finger to the quick, yes I can feel your hand still |
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Pressed to the drain of the common months |
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Cheer me up, cheer me up, I' m a miserable fuck |
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Cheer me up, cheer me up, I' m a tireless bore |
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Cheer me up, cheer me up, I' m invisibly stuck all in myself |
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Yes I' m a vanity whore |
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Because it' s race and it' s power at the center of life |
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We are blind to the people who need us |
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But you' re the kind of person who could understand that fault |
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And I hope to measure you someday |
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Every time I close my eyes, I see you in front of me |
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Pretending in a love like this |
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I have no choice but to put you in back of me |
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Don' t cover my footsteps |
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Dead weight all right, I know you' re no good for me |
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Dead weight all right, I know you' re no righteous leader |
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Dead weight all right, that' s fine |
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You get your hands off me |
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You have to touch me with kid gloves |
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You have to touch me with kid gloves |
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Cheer me up, cheer me up, I' m a miserable fuck |
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Cheer me up, cheer me up, I' m a tireless bore |
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Cheer me up, cheer me up, I' m invisibly stuck all in myself |
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Yes I' m a vanity whore |
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Cheer me up, cheer me up, I' m a miserable fuck |
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Cheer me up, cheer me up, I' m a tireless bore |
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When you compromise yourself like that |
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It' s a dedication |
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So even on friendship |
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Dead weight all right, I know you' re no good for me |
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Dead weight all right, I know you' re no righteous leader |
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Dead weight all right, that' s fine, you get your hands off me |
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You have to touch me with kid gloves |
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You have to touch me with kid gloves |