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Anyway

Genesis 1970-1975专辑

  • All the pumping's nearly over for my sweetheart
    This is the one for me
    Time to meet the chef
    Oh boy! The running man is out of death
    Feel cold and old, it's getting hard to catch my breath
    It's back to ash, "now, you've had your flash boy"
    The rocks, in time, compress
    your blood to oil
    your flesh to coal
    enrich the soil
    not everybody's goal
    Anyway, they say she comes on a pale horse
    But I'm sure I hear a train
    Oh boy! I don't even feel no pain-
    I think I must be driving myself insane
    Damn it all! Does earth plug a hole in heaven
    Or heaven plug a hole in earth-"how wonderful to be
    so profound
    when everything you are is dying underground
    I feel like the pull on the rope, let m off at the rainbow
    I could have been exploded in space
    Diffirent orbits for my bones
    Not me, just quietly buried in stones
    Keep the deadline open with my maker!
    See me stretch; for God's elastic acre
    The door bell rings and it's
    "Good morning, Rael
    So sorry you had to wait
    It won't be long, yeah!
    She's very rarely late"
  • All the pumping's nearly over for my sweetheart
    This is the one for me
    Time to meet the chef
    Oh boy! The running man is out of death
    Feel cold and old, it's getting hard to catch my breath
    It's back to ash, "now, you've had your flash boy"
    The rocks, in time, compress
    your blood to oil
    your flesh to coal
    enrich the soil
    not everybody's goal
    Anyway, they say she comes on a pale horse
    But I'm sure I hear a train
    Oh boy! I don't even feel no pain-
    I think I must be driving myself insane
    Damn it all! Does earth plug a hole in heaven
    Or heaven plug a hole in earth-"how wonderful to be
    so profound
    when everything you are is dying underground
    I feel like the pull on the rope, let m off at the rainbow
    I could have been exploded in space
    Diffirent orbits for my bones
    Not me, just quietly buried in stones
    Keep the deadline open with my maker!
    See me stretch; for God's elastic acre
    The door bell rings and it's
    "Good morning, Rael
    So sorry you had to wait
    It won't be long, yeah!
    She's very rarely late"