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Within Without

	作曲 : Linford Detweiler/Ric Hordinski
	Is it because I cannot see you
	That you feel so free to steal
	My excess baggage full of darkness and despair
	While I fumble with my locks
	You're content to stand and knock
	Yet I know your knack for thievery is rare
	Do you know they call it arson
	Setting fires without permission
	In my heart for sure and maybe elsewhere too
	Though your lack of inhibition
	Captures my imagination
	I end up a wiser person thanks to you
	It's coming to fruition
	The sympathetic vibration
	Your train is at my station
	Within without
	Then there is your flare for murder
	There's a dagger in the border
	Of your cloak and I suspect a captain's gun
	As you put to death suspicions
	Kindly kill my fears as well
	Exorcise and slay the demons one by one
	Though I'm usually pacifistic
	You are mercifully sadistic
	And I didn't know that murder could be good
	But the roses came crimson
	Springing from the prison
	Of the floorboards where there once were stains of blood
	It's coming to fruition
	The sympathetic vibration
	Your train is at my station
	Within without
	It's calming my suspicion
	With soothing intuition
	Your train is at my station
	Within without
	Within without
	Within without
	Within without

	zuò qǔ : Linford Detweiler Ric Hordinski
	Is it because I cannot see you
	That you feel so free to steal
	My excess baggage full of darkness and despair
	While I fumble with my locks
	You' re content to stand and knock
	Yet I know your knack for thievery is rare
	Do you know they call it arson
	Setting fires without permission
	In my heart for sure and maybe elsewhere too
	Though your lack of inhibition
	Captures my imagination
	I end up a wiser person thanks to you
	It' s coming to fruition
	The sympathetic vibration
	Your train is at my station
	Within without
	Then there is your flare for murder
	There' s a dagger in the border
	Of your cloak and I suspect a captain' s gun
	As you put to death suspicions
	Kindly kill my fears as well
	Exorcise and slay the demons one by one
	Though I' m usually pacifistic
	You are mercifully sadistic
	And I didn' t know that murder could be good
	But the roses came crimson
	Springing from the prison
	Of the floorboards where there once were stains of blood
	It' s coming to fruition
	The sympathetic vibration
	Your train is at my station
	Within without
	It' s calming my suspicion
	With soothing intuition
	Your train is at my station
	Within without
	Within without
	Within without
	Within without