[00:00.000] 作曲 : Joe Newman/Gus Unger-Hamilton/Thom Green
[00:03.34][Instrumental Intro]
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[01:39.26]There was a wayward lad
[01:45.32]Stepped out one morning
[01:54.72]The ground to be his bed
[02:00.26]The sky his awning
[02:04.76]
[02:09.56]Neon, neon, neon
[02:14.68]A blue neon lamp in a midnight country field
[02:24.50]Cows surround so you lean on, lean on
[02:30.67]So much your hugs become hold ons
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[02:38.82]Oh, these three worn words
[02:41.75]Oh, that we whisper
[02:45.09]Like the rubbing hands
[02:47.60]Of tourists in Verona
[02:52.30]I just want to love you in my own language
[02:57.94]
[03:10.58]Well, that smell of ***
[03:13.82]Good like burning wood
[03:17.06]The wayward lad lay claim
[03:22.91]To two thirsty girls from Hornsea
[03:29.29]Who left a note when dawn came
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[03:35.66]Girls from the pool say "Hi" (hi)
[03:41.20]The road erodes at five feet per year
[03:44.65]Along England's east coastline
[03:47.57]Was this your first time?
[03:53.43]Love is just a button we pressed
[03:56.98]Last night by the campfire
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[03:59.90]Oh, these three worn words
[04:02.62]Oh, that we whisper
[04:05.75]Like the rubbing hands
[04:08.58]Of tourists in Verona
[04:13.59]I just want to love you in my own language