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  • 作曲 : Nick Cave/Warren Ellis
    C'mon, kind
    Sir, let's walk outside
    And breathe the autumn air
    See the many that have lived and died
    See the unending golden stair
    See all of us that have come behind
    Clutching at your hem
    All the way from
    Arkansas To your sweet and last amen
    Let the bells ring
    He is the real thing
    Let the bells ring
    He is the real, real thing
    Take this deafening thunder down
    Take this bread and take this wine
    Your passing is not what we mourn
    But the world you left behind
    Well, do not breathe, nor make a sound
    And behold your mighty work
    That towers over the uncaring ground
    Of a lesser, darker world
    Let the bells ring
    He is the real thing
    Let the bells ring
    He is the real, real thing
    There are those of us not fit to tie
    The laces of your shoes
    Must remain behind to testify
    Through an elementary blues
    So, let's walk outside, the hour is late
    Through your crumbs and scattered shells
    Where the awed and the mediocre wait
    Barely fit to ring the bells
    Let the bells ring
    He is the real thing
    Let the bells ring
    He is the real, real thing
  • 作曲 : Nick Cave/Warren Ellis
    C'mon, kind
    Sir, let's walk outside
    And breathe the autumn air
    See the many that have lived and died
    See the unending golden stair
    See all of us that have come behind
    Clutching at your hem
    All the way from
    Arkansas To your sweet and last amen
    Let the bells ring
    He is the real thing
    Let the bells ring
    He is the real, real thing
    Take this deafening thunder down
    Take this bread and take this wine
    Your passing is not what we mourn
    But the world you left behind
    Well, do not breathe, nor make a sound
    And behold your mighty work
    That towers over the uncaring ground
    Of a lesser, darker world
    Let the bells ring
    He is the real thing
    Let the bells ring
    He is the real, real thing
    There are those of us not fit to tie
    The laces of your shoes
    Must remain behind to testify
    Through an elementary blues
    So, let's walk outside, the hour is late
    Through your crumbs and scattered shells
    Where the awed and the mediocre wait
    Barely fit to ring the bells
    Let the bells ring
    He is the real thing
    Let the bells ring
    He is the real, real thing