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Boat Beam
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Amsterdam 1740
It's so cold that the ink is freezing in my pen as I write It's called little ice age And there's nothing to keep us warm at night Tha people are riding horse-drawn sleighs on the frozen canals And the poor sccumb in this city's barren
We sang like nightingales And the committe lined their pockets The women plied to their trade And all the weak drank well To travelers they sell holy rewards For just a few humble coins
A hundred horses couldn't break it and there is still nothing to quench our thirst The water's brought from far away because the ice that we got here's cursed Come join us banished wanderers We know that co-operation is first We'll look down, when they come around When they take our neighbours we'll let them be taken
We sang like nightingales 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 And the committe lined their pockets The women plied to their trade And all the weak drank well To travelers they sell holy rewards For just a few humble coins
The hunger of a heartless war will make us desperate enough to sell our souls And most of us will obey the invaders while Resistance hides in the holes And later Liberators find the women lusting for their treats The big freeze of my century Trillions of lost souls curled up in dark holes
We sang like nightingales And the committe lined their pockets The women plied to their trade And all the weak drank well To travelers they sell holy rewards For just a few humble coins
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