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点击复制Here's a subtle voice with a system of things
To believe in.
They come to the autumn like a restless rake
To the leaves.
And you who seek to conquer pain,
You'd do well to keep it close.
They fall for the lonely,
And they answer to that which broke.
They're seeing
Quiet signs up in the sky.
They're seeing
White lines left and right.
He said it's
Jacob's Gun that will love me best.
He said it's
Jacob's Gun that will love me best.
They've got a new revision
For you to read.
A record of a thing,
That he said he'd seen.
And you who lay so strong their claim
As the first to feel alone.
They come to the barren,
And they answer to that which broke.
They're seeing
Quiet signs up in the sky.
They're seeing
White lines left and right.
He said it's
Jacob's Gun that will love me best.
He said it's
Jacob's Gun that will love me best.
They're seeing
Quiet signs up in the sky.
They're seeing
White lines left and right.
He said it's
Jacob's Gun that will love me best.
He said it's
Jacob's Gun that will love me best.
SALT
Even-handed smoke here.
So you could clearly see.
Unbuttoned kind of salt here.
Well it's all the same to me.
Who once can lie too low.
Who even in the silver chair.
You say, there's nothing in the rain.
And it's all the same to me.
And it's all the same to me.
Salt.
Salt.
Salt.
Salt.
Salt,
Shine.
Share.
Frame.
Salt,
Shine.
Share.
Frame.
Even-handed smoke here.
So you could clearly see.
Unbuttoned, kind and cold here.
Well it's all the same to me.