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歌词
Good Morning Hypocrite - Electric President
Seems like the roads stretch out like veins
But there's no heart
Nature's haircut is concrete now
We played our part
So we sing
I've lost my taste for modern things
They're not for me
I want mundane a quiet place
Where time is free
And I can sing
Climbed from my bed
To collect the thoughts that's fallen from my head
And you watched me sink
Through the carpet
Through the basement and beyond
And you didn't blink
On the glass I traced the sun with my thumb
It sank into the ground
And then the stars were blinking
Like kids who were staring into the wind
So I climbed through the window and walked until I lost my name
Now I can play the victim
It's fine I've seen it on TV
But if there's one thing I know
It's that I never really know enough
Our heads our hands our brains
Our lungs they're just machines
These hearts are all that we've got left
And they don't beat
Live a little talk a lot
It's the way this goes
I've come to fear the little knives beneath their well pressed clothes
Their arms are reaching
Reach is spreading through the neon glow
Their mouths are moving
But their voices sound like telephones
The traffic hums the traffic
Grumbles near my old window
The street lights flicker
Glow and hover like suspended snow
I used to watch the moon retreat and wonder where it goes
Now I just wonder why my head is overrun with ghosts
Seems like the roads stretch out like veins
But there's no heart
Nature's haircut is concrete now
We played our part
So we sing
I've lost my taste for modern things
They're not for me
I want mundane a quiet place
Where time is free
And I can sing
Climbed from my bed
To collect the thoughts that's fallen from my head
And you watched me sink
Through the carpet
Through the basement and beyond
And you didn't blink
On the glass I traced the sun with my thumb
It sank into the ground
And then the stars were blinking
Like kids who were staring into the wind
So I climbed through the window and walked until I lost my name
Now I can play the victim
It's fine I've seen it on TV
But if there's one thing I know
It's that I never really know enough
Our heads our hands our brains
Our lungs they're just machines
These hearts are all that we've got left
And they don't beat
Live a little talk a lot
It's the way this goes
I've come to fear the little knives beneath their well pressed clothes
Their arms are reaching
Reach is spreading through the neon glow
Their mouths are moving
But their voices sound like telephones
The traffic hums the traffic
Grumbles near my old window
The street lights flicker
Glow and hover like suspended snow
I used to watch the moon retreat and wonder where it goes
Now I just wonder why my head is overrun with ghosts
lrc 歌词
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