Orphan Anthem '86 Lyrics

	作曲 : Fair To Midland
	We're gone but not better
	A lighted match can burn the cabin down he built
	It's not long but it matters
	Your suit and tie are much too tight in
	Farmersville
	My daughter's a goldmine, combing the hair of the white waves
	A fountain of sapphires under the bridges of
	UtahInstilled in us ethics not by
	God but by our choice
	I can't even imagine but
	I can see it
	Tell them all to chop me off with left handed scissors
	Rusting when you're touched
	On marble covered mountains
	You're the brimstone
	When surrounded by comfort cotton floors are of no use
	We see in our forecast what we lack in our pockets
	Encompassed by standards and we give ourselves all the credit
	I can't put my finger on it but
	I can see it
	Tell them all to chalk me out
	With oval arms and hopscotch eyelids
	On marble covered mountains
	You're my cargo

	zuo qu : Fair To Midland
	We' re gone but not better
	A lighted match can burn the cabin down he built
	It' s not long but it matters
	Your suit and tie are much too tight in
	Farmersville
	My daughter' s a goldmine, combing the hair of the white waves
	A fountain of sapphires under the bridges of
	UtahInstilled in us ethics not by
	God but by our choice
	I can' t even imagine but
	I can see it
	Tell them all to chop me off with left handed scissors
	Rusting when you' re touched
	On marble covered mountains
	You' re the brimstone
	When surrounded by comfort cotton floors are of no use
	We see in our forecast what we lack in our pockets
	Encompassed by standards and we give ourselves all the credit
	I can' t put my finger on it but
	I can see it
	Tell them all to chalk me out
	With oval arms and hopscotch eyelids
	On marble covered mountains
	You' re my cargo

	zuò qǔ : Fair To Midland
	We' re gone but not better
	A lighted match can burn the cabin down he built
	It' s not long but it matters
	Your suit and tie are much too tight in
	Farmersville
	My daughter' s a goldmine, combing the hair of the white waves
	A fountain of sapphires under the bridges of
	UtahInstilled in us ethics not by
	God but by our choice
	I can' t even imagine but
	I can see it
	Tell them all to chop me off with left handed scissors
	Rusting when you' re touched
	On marble covered mountains
	You' re the brimstone
	When surrounded by comfort cotton floors are of no use
	We see in our forecast what we lack in our pockets
	Encompassed by standards and we give ourselves all the credit
	I can' t put my finger on it but
	I can see it
	Tell them all to chalk me out
	With oval arms and hopscotch eyelids
	On marble covered mountains
	You' re my cargo

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