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  • 作曲 : Menig
    That pole isn't growing in my black solid sky
    Solid sky
    And pirate ships pulled these shoulders back
    But in morning slumber I gripped the slender palm of my hand
    And I felt the soft of my flesh
    And I stared into my sister self
    And we was running, running, running
    We was climbing, we was fighting
    We was breathing fast
    Praying please
    We were singing
    We were dancing
    We were clapping
    Singing, dancing, clapping
    We were returning to the hills
    Bringing buckets drawn from the wells
    Returning to the hills
    Bringing buckets drawn from the wells
    But I've got to hold my own hand
    I've got to hold my own hand
    And this is my skin I feel
    And these are the teeth that I clench
    And the hazel of my sight
    Plus the colors she wears is mine
    O that color she's wearing is mine
    And we was running, running, running
    We was climbing, we was fighting
    We was breathing fast
    Praying please
    We were singing
    We were dancing
    We were clapping
    Singing, dancing, clapping
    We were returning to the hills
    Bringing buckets drawn from the wells
    We were returning to the hills
    Bringing buckets drawn from the wells
  • 作曲 : Menig
    That pole isn't growing in my black solid sky
    Solid sky
    And pirate ships pulled these shoulders back
    But in morning slumber I gripped the slender palm of my hand
    And I felt the soft of my flesh
    And I stared into my sister self
    And we was running, running, running
    We was climbing, we was fighting
    We was breathing fast
    Praying please
    We were singing
    We were dancing
    We were clapping
    Singing, dancing, clapping
    We were returning to the hills
    Bringing buckets drawn from the wells
    Returning to the hills
    Bringing buckets drawn from the wells
    But I've got to hold my own hand
    I've got to hold my own hand
    And this is my skin I feel
    And these are the teeth that I clench
    And the hazel of my sight
    Plus the colors she wears is mine
    O that color she's wearing is mine
    And we was running, running, running
    We was climbing, we was fighting
    We was breathing fast
    Praying please
    We were singing
    We were dancing
    We were clapping
    Singing, dancing, clapping
    We were returning to the hills
    Bringing buckets drawn from the wells
    We were returning to the hills
    Bringing buckets drawn from the wells