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  • 作词 : Trash Can Sinatras
    I come aboard
    I sing a lament
    The world isn't round
    It's Twisted and Bent
    But to face doom in a sock-stenched room all by myself
    Is the kind of fate I never contemplate
    That reminds me of the time I felt
    It's time for sin and catholic guilt
    Two years later to the day
    I had reason to confess
    With her hair a shining shade
    Of bus-conductress blonde
    Tales of music and movement
    Were told in grip and groan
    But to put these thoughts
    In songs like theirs
    Of the honest truth
    There'd be no trace
    Just lying out loud
    Good God give me strength to face another lazy day of
    "If I was a millionaire I'd be a million miles from here"
    You came into my life like a brick through a window
    And I cracked a smile
    I know her face so well
    Although the color of her eyes
    Escapes me for the moment
    Though her embrace
    Is like being short-changed
    But if I knew what made carpets fly
    I wouldn't be sitting here
    Twiddling my thumbs
    I'd threadbare my soul
    And wheedle my way
    Into other people's lives
    And out of my own
    So typical - a battle of wits
    And I've come half prepared
    Now we raised a toast to celebrate
    As December's embers fade
    But every fire is just a hoax
    For January's little joke
    Halfway to paralyzed my understudy's eyes grew tired
    Every actor hides a heckle,
    Doctor hydes a jekyll
    See through my disguise
    But I forget the conversation we had
    I don't remember what you said or did
    That made you so attractive
    I'm immortal
    And that's no life at all
  • 作词 : Trash Can Sinatras
    I come aboard
    I sing a lament
    The world isn't round
    It's Twisted and Bent
    But to face doom in a sock-stenched room all by myself
    Is the kind of fate I never contemplate
    That reminds me of the time I felt
    It's time for sin and catholic guilt
    Two years later to the day
    I had reason to confess
    With her hair a shining shade
    Of bus-conductress blonde
    Tales of music and movement
    Were told in grip and groan
    But to put these thoughts
    In songs like theirs
    Of the honest truth
    There'd be no trace
    Just lying out loud
    Good God give me strength to face another lazy day of
    "If I was a millionaire I'd be a million miles from here"
    You came into my life like a brick through a window
    And I cracked a smile
    I know her face so well
    Although the color of her eyes
    Escapes me for the moment
    Though her embrace
    Is like being short-changed
    But if I knew what made carpets fly
    I wouldn't be sitting here
    Twiddling my thumbs
    I'd threadbare my soul
    And wheedle my way
    Into other people's lives
    And out of my own
    So typical - a battle of wits
    And I've come half prepared
    Now we raised a toast to celebrate
    As December's embers fade
    But every fire is just a hoax
    For January's little joke
    Halfway to paralyzed my understudy's eyes grew tired
    Every actor hides a heckle,
    Doctor hydes a jekyll
    See through my disguise
    But I forget the conversation we had
    I don't remember what you said or did
    That made you so attractive
    I'm immortal
    And that's no life at all