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Andrew Bird's Bowl Of Fire
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Nuthinduan Waltz
作词:Andrew Bird
I'm just an old yout with a cane made of root And a dog with a nasal disease I sit when it's breezing, my dog's always sneezing I swear it's the voice of Louise
What do you do when you don't have a clue And the only thing doing is nothing at all? 'Cept wait for night fall when the will of the wind Has its way in the grass on a summer's day
And the rope ends that hung above layers of dung Had little on all sides but air In the buzzing dry wheat that wisps my bare feet I step on my doggie's despair 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网
What do you do when you don't have a clue And the only thing doing is nothing at all? 'Cept wait for night fall when the will of the wind Has its way in the grass on a summer's day
What do you do when you don't have a clue And the only thing doing is nothing at all? 'Cept wait for night fall when the will of the wind Has its way in the grass on a summer's day
I'm just an old yout with a cane made of root And a dog with a nasal disease
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