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New York, Paris
(专辑: Chamomile - 2016)
Dry cicada shells Move in the
wind like you have bones Walk on the
road Wait for the
cars, don't get hit You sit and heal my hand I
know you've had trouble sleeping Isn't that always the
way? All my friends are the
same They sing, "What would I
do for an ear or two?" I'm alone in suburbia, alone just like you While the
back door's swinging, no one wants to talk So when the
going gets tough, I
dream of New York I
saw it on the
TV, looks alright to me I'm not alone I
know I'm not alone I'm not alone Dry cicada shell Why did you stay home again? You know they're waiting for you But I
guess you were just waiting too What would I
do for a
drink or two? Something to drown out all the
words I
should use While my right hand's swinging into the
back of your head I
knew at that moment, I
should've stayed home in bed But when the
going gets tough, I
don't get embarrassed I
just close my dead eyes and I'll dream of Paris I
saw it on the
TV, looks alright to me I'm not alone I
know I'm not alone I'm not alone The
oldest of two, but the
youngest at heart You can trace my align in the
black tire marks Or out on the
gutter where my head caved in Or behind the
tattoo shop, if you wanna hide your skin I'm not ashamed, no, I'm not embarrassed Well, some of us won't make it to New York or Paris I
made my own here at home Got it all wrong, stuck out in space Watching the
earth turn, like a
disappointed face There's a
boy in my bed, he keeps pointing at Hell And I
know that he means it, and you know as well Me and you If I
can't fix the
world, I'll fix you If I
can't fix the
world, I'll fix you
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