| Song | Get Thee Gone |
| Artist | The Geraldine Fibbers |
| Album | Lost Somewhere Between the Earth and My Home |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Bozulich | |
| My sadness does escape me now. | |
| I care not where I go. | |
| The black old man takes off my clothes, | |
| And throws me in the snow. | |
| I gave you all I had to tell | |
| And you gave me your will. | |
| Well that's enouogh to wind a clock, | |
| But not enough to kill. | |
| Go away my precious doll, | |
| Get thee gone from here. | |
| When I close my eyes to sleep, | |
| Please do not appear. | |
| I emptied out your bag of toys, | |
| And let them spin their web, | |
| But oddly as I watched them turn, | |
| My love begins to ebb. | |
| I run like blood through open doors, | |
| I go where hope bends me. | |
| You're in my guts but evermore | |
| Our hearts will not agree. | |
| Go away my precious doll, | |
| Get thee gone from here. | |
| When I close my eyes to sleep, | |
| Please do not appear. | |
| Go away my precious doll, | |
| Get thee gone from here. | |
| When I close my eyes to sleep, | |
| Please do not appear. | |
| When I close my eyes to sleep, | |
| Please do not appear. |
| zuo qu : Bozulich | |
| My sadness does escape me now. | |
| I care not where I go. | |
| The black old man takes off my clothes, | |
| And throws me in the snow. | |
| I gave you all I had to tell | |
| And you gave me your will. | |
| Well that' s enouogh to wind a clock, | |
| But not enough to kill. | |
| Go away my precious doll, | |
| Get thee gone from here. | |
| When I close my eyes to sleep, | |
| Please do not appear. | |
| I emptied out your bag of toys, | |
| And let them spin their web, | |
| But oddly as I watched them turn, | |
| My love begins to ebb. | |
| I run like blood through open doors, | |
| I go where hope bends me. | |
| You' re in my guts but evermore | |
| Our hearts will not agree. | |
| Go away my precious doll, | |
| Get thee gone from here. | |
| When I close my eyes to sleep, | |
| Please do not appear. | |
| Go away my precious doll, | |
| Get thee gone from here. | |
| When I close my eyes to sleep, | |
| Please do not appear. | |
| When I close my eyes to sleep, | |
| Please do not appear. |
| zuò qǔ : Bozulich | |
| My sadness does escape me now. | |
| I care not where I go. | |
| The black old man takes off my clothes, | |
| And throws me in the snow. | |
| I gave you all I had to tell | |
| And you gave me your will. | |
| Well that' s enouogh to wind a clock, | |
| But not enough to kill. | |
| Go away my precious doll, | |
| Get thee gone from here. | |
| When I close my eyes to sleep, | |
| Please do not appear. | |
| I emptied out your bag of toys, | |
| And let them spin their web, | |
| But oddly as I watched them turn, | |
| My love begins to ebb. | |
| I run like blood through open doors, | |
| I go where hope bends me. | |
| You' re in my guts but evermore | |
| Our hearts will not agree. | |
| Go away my precious doll, | |
| Get thee gone from here. | |
| When I close my eyes to sleep, | |
| Please do not appear. | |
| Go away my precious doll, | |
| Get thee gone from here. | |
| When I close my eyes to sleep, | |
| Please do not appear. | |
| When I close my eyes to sleep, | |
| Please do not appear. |