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  • 作词 : Hollingsworth, Hunter
    No matter when it comes
    One thing sure, it comes too soon
    Fame, death, love all find us
    Never quite prepared or in tune
    You can hunger through the years
    For the proper combinations to appear
    Long, long last it's crystal clear
    You really cannot get there from here
    Others seem to know when to make their moves
    That may not be true
    More likely, they're as hungry as you
    For the moment, everything clicks
    The fat lady's tiger rolls and does his tricks
    Forty fifth of
    NovemberTwenty six ten on the clock
    In the future, we won't remember
    What will they make of such talk?
    Learn the art of compromise
    Pass the days when nothing works out right
    Can we keep the faith of years
    Or we blow the whole thing up in one good fight?
    Forty fifth of
    NovemberIt's twenty six ten on the clock
    In the future, we won't remember
    What will they make of such talk?
    Feed me sweet lemon wine
    Squeeze the juice from the peel
    Play strip poker with time
    And it's your turn to deal
    Feed me sweet lemon wine
    Squeeze the juice from the peel
    Play strip poker with time
    And it's your turn to deal
    Forty fifth of
    NovemberForty fifth of
    NovemberForty fifth of
    NovemberRemember the day
    Forty fifth of
    NovemberRemember the day
  • 作词 : Hollingsworth, Hunter
    No matter when it comes
    One thing sure, it comes too soon
    Fame, death, love all find us
    Never quite prepared or in tune
    You can hunger through the years
    For the proper combinations to appear
    Long, long last it's crystal clear
    You really cannot get there from here
    Others seem to know when to make their moves
    That may not be true
    More likely, they're as hungry as you
    For the moment, everything clicks
    The fat lady's tiger rolls and does his tricks
    Forty fifth of
    NovemberTwenty six ten on the clock
    In the future, we won't remember
    What will they make of such talk?
    Learn the art of compromise
    Pass the days when nothing works out right
    Can we keep the faith of years
    Or we blow the whole thing up in one good fight?
    Forty fifth of
    NovemberIt's twenty six ten on the clock
    In the future, we won't remember
    What will they make of such talk?
    Feed me sweet lemon wine
    Squeeze the juice from the peel
    Play strip poker with time
    And it's your turn to deal
    Feed me sweet lemon wine
    Squeeze the juice from the peel
    Play strip poker with time
    And it's your turn to deal
    Forty fifth of
    NovemberForty fifth of
    NovemberForty fifth of
    NovemberRemember the day
    Forty fifth of
    NovemberRemember the day