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  • 作词 : Page, Robertson
    I stopped into a club
    I thought
    I'd see a show
    Everyone was there
    At least everyone
    I know Their knickers in a knot
    Their hands upon their heart
    The best they'd ever seen
    The greatest work of art
    I wished that it was me....
    It's bleaker than you think
    I'm running out of ink
    Give a guy a break
    This is what it takes
    To drive a man to drink
    A party at a friend's
    Toronto's coolest scene
    I thought
    I'd bring a tape
    To show them where
    I'd been And listen for a while
    The lyrics made them smile
    They said that it was fine
    Although it's not the style
    I said it wasn't me
    Once upon a time
    I couldn't get enough
    Until I made it big
    And that's when it got rough
    Dissapointed now
    Perhaps a bit surprised
    To look them in the face
    And see it in their eyes
    They wish it wasn't me
    It's bleaker than you think
    I'm running out of ink
    Give a guy a break
    This is what it takes
    To drive a man to drink
    I used to hold you close
    You used to tell me things
    You never told a soul
    Until you heard me sing
    The details of your life
    Condensed into a song
    The neighbor and his wife
    Work out and sing along
    And you can't look at me
    It's bleaker than you think
    I'm running out of ink
    Give a guy a break
    This is what it takes
    To drive a man to drink
    Could song be an alibi
    A lyric replacement for falling in love
    But now that the well is dry
    I can't understand what
    I've been singing of...
    Do you know what it is to love?
    To really love?
    To really love....
    Do I? I cycled by your house
    I saw you on the lawn
    I see you all the time
    Now that you are gone
    I tried to call your name
    But something made me stop
    I call you once a day
    Until you call the cops
    And told them it was me
    I filled a plastic bag with everything
    I wrote I threw it off a bridge and thought that it would float.
    The water made it sink the bag was bleeding ink.
    I wished that
    I could swim
    I wished that
    I could drink
    I wished that it was me.
    It's bleaker than you think
    I'm running out of ink
    Give a guy a break
    This is what it takes
    To drive a man to drink
    I'm running out of ink
    Give a guy a break
    This is what it takes
    To drive a man to drink
    To drive a man to drink
    To drive a man to drink
  • 作词 : Page, Robertson
    I stopped into a club
    I thought
    I'd see a show
    Everyone was there
    At least everyone
    I know Their knickers in a knot
    Their hands upon their heart
    The best they'd ever seen
    The greatest work of art
    I wished that it was me....
    It's bleaker than you think
    I'm running out of ink
    Give a guy a break
    This is what it takes
    To drive a man to drink
    A party at a friend's
    Toronto's coolest scene
    I thought
    I'd bring a tape
    To show them where
    I'd been And listen for a while
    The lyrics made them smile
    They said that it was fine
    Although it's not the style
    I said it wasn't me
    Once upon a time
    I couldn't get enough
    Until I made it big
    And that's when it got rough
    Dissapointed now
    Perhaps a bit surprised
    To look them in the face
    And see it in their eyes
    They wish it wasn't me
    It's bleaker than you think
    I'm running out of ink
    Give a guy a break
    This is what it takes
    To drive a man to drink
    I used to hold you close
    You used to tell me things
    You never told a soul
    Until you heard me sing
    The details of your life
    Condensed into a song
    The neighbor and his wife
    Work out and sing along
    And you can't look at me
    It's bleaker than you think
    I'm running out of ink
    Give a guy a break
    This is what it takes
    To drive a man to drink
    Could song be an alibi
    A lyric replacement for falling in love
    But now that the well is dry
    I can't understand what
    I've been singing of...
    Do you know what it is to love?
    To really love?
    To really love....
    Do I? I cycled by your house
    I saw you on the lawn
    I see you all the time
    Now that you are gone
    I tried to call your name
    But something made me stop
    I call you once a day
    Until you call the cops
    And told them it was me
    I filled a plastic bag with everything
    I wrote I threw it off a bridge and thought that it would float.
    The water made it sink the bag was bleeding ink.
    I wished that
    I could swim
    I wished that
    I could drink
    I wished that it was me.
    It's bleaker than you think
    I'm running out of ink
    Give a guy a break
    This is what it takes
    To drive a man to drink
    I'm running out of ink
    Give a guy a break
    This is what it takes
    To drive a man to drink
    To drive a man to drink
    To drive a man to drink