歌词
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
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I'll run down
Lay my weight where it lies
I'll come 'round
Out in sheltering sky
Seek you out
Like I wanted it when
It was 88 out
And the apricot flowers were coming in
And I feel worn, but the air is clean
And my clothes are torn, but it's right on me
Passing rain, blue white heat
Agony, not to me, it's not defeat
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No one here
Say we waited our while
Good idea
Crowding out of those aisles
Nowhere near
Where I thought we would be
But one and the same
The drought or the rain to me
And I've been a while gone
But the air is clean
And I had it all wrong
But I made my peace
Passing thought, empty street
Agony, not to me, it's not defeat
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I've been bright, I've been faded
I'm nearly halfway through
Barely believe we made it
When I met eyes with you
I caught a walking fever
I know how all this ends
Palm over my receiver
Cradling me again