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点击复制Brass ring hitting the old wood door
I hear it but i look at the dusty floor
Bowl of meat soup on the wooden table
White fat freezing on the rusted spoon
Too tired to stand and turn the lock
Listening to the ticking of the iron clock
Thought i had a hundred days to spare
Leaving the soup to the winter air
Too late to drink
Too late to say
The soup is cold
The light is grey
Too late to drink
Too late to say
The soup is cold
The light is grey
Spider spinning a web on the empty chair
Words in my throat but nobody is there
Swallowed the bitter water down my chest
Thought tomorrow would be for the best
Now the door is open but the yard is bare
Sweeping the yellow leaves that nobody share
Fire in the stove is dying out
Silence is louder than a heavy shout
Too late to drink
Too late to say
The soup is cold
The light is grey
Too late to drink
Too late to say
The soup is cold
The light is grey
Iron clock stopped
Dust on the spoon
Waiting for the sun
Getting the moon
Too late to say
The soup is cold
Too late
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