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  • 作曲 : Cold War Kids
    Conversations that went on terrible paths
    Don't talk about that, no no don't talk about that
    We're coming back loud, ending this conversation
    Said you let your hair down
    You've got enough to go 'round, oh my
    Said you'd let your hair down
    But you've been telling me that since the day we met
    She's laughing like a choir girl
    She's laughing like a choir girl
    She's laughing like a choir girl
    When she doubles over sounds like
    Hallelujah
    She's talking to my mother
    She's on the phone with my mother
    She's talking to my mother
    She's looking up at me like
    I'm a criminal
    She bargains like a lawyer
    Sacrifice like a martyr
    She's just her mother's daughter
    Cutting cloth and washing up and
    We were still just babies
    Dreaming of the 60's
    We were still just babies
    Dressing up in rags with our wallets full
    Now our pockets are shallow coin runnin' low
    I saw their empty but
    I'm just a fool
    Roman in the kitchen told me that true love it waits
    But of all the rules he lives by that's the one that he hates
  • 作曲 : Cold War Kids
    Conversations that went on terrible paths
    Don't talk about that, no no don't talk about that
    We're coming back loud, ending this conversation
    Said you let your hair down
    You've got enough to go 'round, oh my
    Said you'd let your hair down
    But you've been telling me that since the day we met
    She's laughing like a choir girl
    She's laughing like a choir girl
    She's laughing like a choir girl
    When she doubles over sounds like
    Hallelujah
    She's talking to my mother
    She's on the phone with my mother
    She's talking to my mother
    She's looking up at me like
    I'm a criminal
    She bargains like a lawyer
    Sacrifice like a martyr
    She's just her mother's daughter
    Cutting cloth and washing up and
    We were still just babies
    Dreaming of the 60's
    We were still just babies
    Dressing up in rags with our wallets full
    Now our pockets are shallow coin runnin' low
    I saw their empty but
    I'm just a fool
    Roman in the kitchen told me that true love it waits
    But of all the rules he lives by that's the one that he hates