Too Much OF One Thing Lyrics

	作词 : Forster, McLennan
	Nothing in my life is numbered
	In my life nothing is planned
	You might think you see purpose
	When what you're seeing is a band
	A thin line like from a spider
	Upon which I dance
	Nothing in these days is constant
	Come home to chance
	In the distance Is a bridge
	And on the bridge a rail
	I have known a hundred women
	And part of me loves to fail
	But then again I have broken
	The expectations of a King
	And through the mist and the armour
	Too much of one thing
	Some rise in the morning
	Their milk upon the sill
	The last time I saw sunrise
	It had a dream to kill
	Breath low my scented lover
	Bottles and vials, potions and pills
	I could carve you from memory
	Then carry you through these hills
	Behind my back is a curtain
	In my eyes there is love
	Two sides to this story
	The great divide makes it tough
	There are those that despise me
	Lead me round on a ring
	But I've always been a target
	Too much of one thing
	When I rise in the morning
	It's as if I've walked a hundred miles
	What I once did so easy
	Now comes in a hundred styles
	Hundred styles in a magazine
	The same summer to spring
	What I need is persistence
	Too much of one thing

	zuo ci : Forster, McLennan
	Nothing in my life is numbered
	In my life nothing is planned
	You might think you see purpose
	When what you' re seeing is a band
	A thin line like from a spider
	Upon which I dance
	Nothing in these days is constant
	Come home to chance
	In the distance Is a bridge
	And on the bridge a rail
	I have known a hundred women
	And part of me loves to fail
	But then again I have broken
	The expectations of a King
	And through the mist and the armour
	Too much of one thing
	Some rise in the morning
	Their milk upon the sill
	The last time I saw sunrise
	It had a dream to kill
	Breath low my scented lover
	Bottles and vials, potions and pills
	I could carve you from memory
	Then carry you through these hills
	Behind my back is a curtain
	In my eyes there is love
	Two sides to this story
	The great divide makes it tough
	There are those that despise me
	Lead me round on a ring
	But I' ve always been a target
	Too much of one thing
	When I rise in the morning
	It' s as if I' ve walked a hundred miles
	What I once did so easy
	Now comes in a hundred styles
	Hundred styles in a magazine
	The same summer to spring
	What I need is persistence
	Too much of one thing

	zuò cí : Forster, McLennan
	Nothing in my life is numbered
	In my life nothing is planned
	You might think you see purpose
	When what you' re seeing is a band
	A thin line like from a spider
	Upon which I dance
	Nothing in these days is constant
	Come home to chance
	In the distance Is a bridge
	And on the bridge a rail
	I have known a hundred women
	And part of me loves to fail
	But then again I have broken
	The expectations of a King
	And through the mist and the armour
	Too much of one thing
	Some rise in the morning
	Their milk upon the sill
	The last time I saw sunrise
	It had a dream to kill
	Breath low my scented lover
	Bottles and vials, potions and pills
	I could carve you from memory
	Then carry you through these hills
	Behind my back is a curtain
	In my eyes there is love
	Two sides to this story
	The great divide makes it tough
	There are those that despise me
	Lead me round on a ring
	But I' ve always been a target
	Too much of one thing
	When I rise in the morning
	It' s as if I' ve walked a hundred miles
	What I once did so easy
	Now comes in a hundred styles
	Hundred styles in a magazine
	The same summer to spring
	What I need is persistence
	Too much of one thing

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