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  • 作曲 : Holland, Orzabal
    Heard every word that was said that night
    When the light of the world put the world to right
    Well here's to the boys back in 628
    Where an ear to the wall was a twist of fate
    I will shine a blinding light
    Through those hearts as black as night
    Sticks and stones may break my bones
    But as least the seeds of love will be sown
    Now once in awhile when
    I feel no shame
    I get down on my knees and
    I pray for rain
    And though the breeze blows gently while
    I state my case
    There'll be certain men waiting just to scratch my face
    Hand on my heart
    I will make a stand
    For the life and the times of the mirrorman
    In my head there is a mirror
    When I've been bad,
    I've been wrong
    Food for the saints that are quick to judge me
    Hope for a
    BadmanThis is the
    Badman's Song
    Guilt in the frame of the looking-glass
    Puts a shine on the mind where reflections pass
    Where the jigsaw pieces of a broken man
    Try and fit themselves together again
    Lies in disguise in the name of trust
    Put your head in the sand it will turn to dust
    What's your problem?
    What's your curse?
    Won't it make the matter worse?
    In my head
    And they say " Faith can move move mountainsFire can cleanse your soul "
    Faith can move mountains
    But mind over matter won't you stop all your chatter,
    NoI heard every word that was said that night
    When the light of the world put the world to right
    When I hear soft whispers at the break of day(I'm in trouble every step of the way)
    Sweet talking boys who can do no wrong
    When the stories are tall as the day is long
    With such a thin drawn between friend and foe
    Lord help me now and bless my soul
    Look at yourself,
    See how you lie
    Your hands start shaking and you don't know why
    Look at yourself,
    See how you lie
    Your hands start shaking and you don't know why
    Well there's food for the saints that are quick to judge me
    Hope for a
    Badman
  • 作曲 : Holland, Orzabal
    Heard every word that was said that night
    When the light of the world put the world to right
    Well here's to the boys back in 628
    Where an ear to the wall was a twist of fate
    I will shine a blinding light
    Through those hearts as black as night
    Sticks and stones may break my bones
    But as least the seeds of love will be sown
    Now once in awhile when
    I feel no shame
    I get down on my knees and
    I pray for rain
    And though the breeze blows gently while
    I state my case
    There'll be certain men waiting just to scratch my face
    Hand on my heart
    I will make a stand
    For the life and the times of the mirrorman
    In my head there is a mirror
    When I've been bad,
    I've been wrong
    Food for the saints that are quick to judge me
    Hope for a
    BadmanThis is the
    Badman's Song
    Guilt in the frame of the looking-glass
    Puts a shine on the mind where reflections pass
    Where the jigsaw pieces of a broken man
    Try and fit themselves together again
    Lies in disguise in the name of trust
    Put your head in the sand it will turn to dust
    What's your problem?
    What's your curse?
    Won't it make the matter worse?
    In my head
    And they say " Faith can move move mountainsFire can cleanse your soul "
    Faith can move mountains
    But mind over matter won't you stop all your chatter,
    NoI heard every word that was said that night
    When the light of the world put the world to right
    When I hear soft whispers at the break of day(I'm in trouble every step of the way)
    Sweet talking boys who can do no wrong
    When the stories are tall as the day is long
    With such a thin drawn between friend and foe
    Lord help me now and bless my soul
    Look at yourself,
    See how you lie
    Your hands start shaking and you don't know why
    Look at yourself,
    See how you lie
    Your hands start shaking and you don't know why
    Well there's food for the saints that are quick to judge me
    Hope for a
    Badman