Twenty-One

	作词 : Claire Moreau
	作曲 : Claire Moreau
	21 and out of reach
	Reading out loud the pages of a magazine
	For girls, cause I am a girl
	It’s getting hard to believe
	That I deserve more than a faded dream
	That’s locked and weak and lacks of air
	Twenty first year, twenty first time I’m shy
	For blowing my candle
	I’m shy, in public
	Covert overt, that’s the main deal
	I’m wringing my hands while I talk dear
	I am tossing, turning, twirling, toddling
	Cover overt, that’s the main deal
	I bet you think I’m calm and tidy
	I’m volcanic
	With the back of my hand I sketch a hundred people
	In ink, while I thought I was lonely
	I was a number on the list
	In a generation of misfits
	And things moved on and I left my gods
	Oh alegría …

	zuò cí : Claire Moreau
	zuò qǔ : Claire Moreau
	21 and out of reach
	Reading out loud the pages of a magazine
	For girls, cause I am a girl
	It' s getting hard to believe
	That I deserve more than a faded dream
	That' s locked and weak and lacks of air
	Twenty first year, twenty first time I' m shy
	For blowing my candle
	I' m shy, in public
	Covert overt, that' s the main deal
	I' m wringing my hands while I talk dear
	I am tossing, turning, twirling, toddling
	Cover overt, that' s the main deal
	I bet you think I' m calm and tidy
	I' m volcanic
	With the back of my hand I sketch a hundred people
	In ink, while I thought I was lonely
	I was a number on the list
	In a generation of misfits
	And things moved on and I left my gods
	Oh alegrí a