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Sharron Sours
作词:Brent Lee Oberlin, Christopher Lee Simmons
Before the Atlantic, Pacific desert I used to travel to England for the holidays
Oh, on yesterday a taxi cab stalled in the driveway I was perched on the windowsill Grabbing snow in my hand to watch it melt My eyes are green to warmth
A wine bottle snoozing with the snow So pale the face became Gazing stoic from her backseat Wine, all heat within my cold Wine, lug me throughout my hell 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网
What's your name? I trip around and drown in crowds
And the air was crisp while I passed Through the trash of Camden I pulled my coat airtight And walked towards the last garbage fire
It seems an hour ago I missed the last train for hollyhead Across the can of fire Her face appeared barely alive
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