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  • 作词 : Pavement
    You better find your way out
    You better learn how to run
    You better walk away
    and leave the angles for the shills
    Well I've been thinking for days
    about the means and the ways that I could hate all I touch
    I know you're my lady but I could trickle
    I could flood a voice coach taught me to sing
    He couldn't teach me to love
    all the above
    Easy talking, border blocking, transport is arranged
    (Instrumental)
    Praise the grammar police
    Set me up with your niece
    Walk to Baltimore
    and keep the language off the street
    Well I'm of several minds
    I am the worst of my kind
    I wanna cremate the crutch
    I know you're my lady but phone calls could corrupt the morning
    I heed the surgeon's warning pillars of eights
    (Instrumental)
    I swung my fiery sword
    I vent my spleen at the lord
    He is abstract and bored
    Too much milk and honey
    Well I'll waltz through the wilderness with nothing
    but a compass and a canteen
    Setting the scenes
    Easy walking, border blocking, transport is arranged
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : Pavement
    [00:00.00]You better find your way out
    [00:04.31]You better learn how to run
    [00:07.85]You better walk away
    [00:11.06]and leave the angles for the shills
    [00:14.78]Well I've been thinking for days
    [00:18.33]about the means and the ways that I could hate all I touch
    [00:24.80]I know you're my lady but I could trickle
    [00:29.44]I could flood a voice coach taught me to sing
    [00:33.29]He couldn't teach me to love
    [00:37.14]all the above
    [00:41.44]Easy talking, border blocking, transport is arranged
    [00:51.50](Instrumental)
    [01:02.69]Praise the grammar police
    [01:06.16]Set me up with your niece
    [01:09.50]Walk to Baltimore
    [01:12.66]and keep the language off the street
    [01:15.96]Well I'm of several minds
    [01:19.66]I am the worst of my kind
    [01:22.72]I wanna cremate the crutch
    [01:26.06]I know you're my lady but phone calls could corrupt the morning
    [01:31.98]I heed the surgeon's warning pillars of eights
    [01:37.45](Instrumental)
    [03:03.21]I swung my fiery sword
    [03:06.42]I vent my spleen at the lord
    [03:10.34]He is abstract and bored
    [03:13.35]Too much milk and honey
    [03:15.85]Well I'll waltz through the wilderness with nothing
    [03:20.90]but a compass and a canteen
    [03:26.53]Setting the scenes
    [03:30.76]Easy walking, border blocking, transport is arranged