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  • 作曲 : Daniel McLay
    if I waste my life, can I have yours?
    I'll sweep the deck and mend the sores
    when the light goes out I'll lock the doors
    on my own
    was it sixty two or twenty five?
    when I lost the keys to my beehive
    and the last time I saw you alive
    was so long
    ago
    I can't quite recall the date
    light, turnin' around on me
    as far as my eyes can see
    all that's left to be is someone
    who can't quite try to leave
    or soak up what's left to breathe
    as far as my chest can heave
    as far as I know standing still here
    is all part of the weave
    so I've fallen onto my knees
    and begged for a life of ease
    all I want is a quiet death
    from a terminal disease
    as long as my brain will freeze
    and wake up beneath the trees
    and I can always count on something
    to drift in with the breeze
    one last atrophy, and I'm done, and I'm gone
    one last irony, and I'm done, and I'm gone
    one last symphony, and I'm done, and I'm gone
    one last sympathy, and I'm done, and I'm gone
    it was on TV and on the run
    then it settled softly on the sun
    but it wasn't fooling anyone
    so I said
    it's okay
    it was never meant to speak the truth
  • 作曲 : Daniel McLay
    if I waste my life, can I have yours?
    I'll sweep the deck and mend the sores
    when the light goes out I'll lock the doors
    on my own
    was it sixty two or twenty five?
    when I lost the keys to my beehive
    and the last time I saw you alive
    was so long
    ago
    I can't quite recall the date
    light, turnin' around on me
    as far as my eyes can see
    all that's left to be is someone
    who can't quite try to leave
    or soak up what's left to breathe
    as far as my chest can heave
    as far as I know standing still here
    is all part of the weave
    so I've fallen onto my knees
    and begged for a life of ease
    all I want is a quiet death
    from a terminal disease
    as long as my brain will freeze
    and wake up beneath the trees
    and I can always count on something
    to drift in with the breeze
    one last atrophy, and I'm done, and I'm gone
    one last irony, and I'm done, and I'm gone
    one last symphony, and I'm done, and I'm gone
    one last sympathy, and I'm done, and I'm gone
    it was on TV and on the run
    then it settled softly on the sun
    but it wasn't fooling anyone
    so I said
    it's okay
    it was never meant to speak the truth