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First Recollection

	作曲 : Timmins
	My first recollection, a day in
	DecemberBlack iron steam engine covered in ice
	Like some
	Cambrian monster
	Moaning and snorting
	Nothing was ever going to beat that beast
	In a fair fight
	I've sat and watched the woodpiles
	Grow through the summer
	Now I'm sittin', smellin' summer burn through the fall
	Winter's coming on, days gettin' dreary
	And I'm thinkin' this is the season
	Where I leave you all
	I've heard a man in a crisis
	Falls back on what he knows best
	A murderer to murder, a thief to theft
	And I don't want you to think
	That this is some kind of deathbed confession
	Umm, but run is what
	I did when put to the test
	My first recollection is a day in
	NovemberSeven forty seven tracin' lines through the sky
	Like some old gypsy curse
	Silently praying
	Upon the dreams of those
	Who jealously watch life passing by
	I've sat and watched my troubles
	Pile through the summer
	Now I'm sitting, hearing my youngest cry down the hall
	Winter's coming on, days getting dreary
	And I'm thinking this is the season
	That I leave you all
	I've heard that the son must bear
	The burdens of the father
	But it's the daughter that is left to clean up the mess
	And I don't want you to think
	That I'm asking for absolution
	Umm, but run is what
	I did when put to the test

	zuò qǔ : Timmins
	My first recollection, a day in
	DecemberBlack iron steam engine covered in ice
	Like some
	Cambrian monster
	Moaning and snorting
	Nothing was ever going to beat that beast
	In a fair fight
	I' ve sat and watched the woodpiles
	Grow through the summer
	Now I' m sittin', smellin' summer burn through the fall
	Winter' s coming on, days gettin' dreary
	And I' m thinkin' this is the season
	Where I leave you all
	I' ve heard a man in a crisis
	Falls back on what he knows best
	A murderer to murder, a thief to theft
	And I don' t want you to think
	That this is some kind of deathbed confession
	Umm, but run is what
	I did when put to the test
	My first recollection is a day in
	NovemberSeven forty seven tracin' lines through the sky
	Like some old gypsy curse
	Silently praying
	Upon the dreams of those
	Who jealously watch life passing by
	I' ve sat and watched my troubles
	Pile through the summer
	Now I' m sitting, hearing my youngest cry down the hall
	Winter' s coming on, days getting dreary
	And I' m thinking this is the season
	That I leave you all
	I' ve heard that the son must bear
	The burdens of the father
	But it' s the daughter that is left to clean up the mess
	And I don' t want you to think
	That I' m asking for absolution
	Umm, but run is what
	I did when put to the test