Soon Enough We'll Be Found Out Lyrics

	作曲 : Silent Type
	If we take the time to recount the history to which we've been bound, we'll see we're walking around and around, wearing deep grooves in the ground.
	But our memories soon fail.
	Recollections are veiled by what we believe we've not done.
	We're not accountable to anyone but ourselves.
	So I'm taking the time to write down the story in which we're now found.
	It's a blending of fiction and fact.
	The details were never exact, so please, love, don't come too near lest all imperfections come clear.
	From a distance they all get smoothed out.
	Rough edges look seamlessly bound, but soon enough we'll be found out.
	Glue weakens and threads become unwound.
	Our signs of misuse will resound when we hear these words read aloud.
	They may hurt, but that's necessary now.

	zuo qu : Silent Type
	If we take the time to recount the history to which we' ve been bound, we' ll see we' re walking around and around, wearing deep grooves in the ground.
	But our memories soon fail.
	Recollections are veiled by what we believe we' ve not done.
	We' re not accountable to anyone but ourselves.
	So I' m taking the time to write down the story in which we' re now found.
	It' s a blending of fiction and fact.
	The details were never exact, so please, love, don' t come too near lest all imperfections come clear.
	From a distance they all get smoothed out.
	Rough edges look seamlessly bound, but soon enough we' ll be found out.
	Glue weakens and threads become unwound.
	Our signs of misuse will resound when we hear these words read aloud.
	They may hurt, but that' s necessary now.

	zuò qǔ : Silent Type
	If we take the time to recount the history to which we' ve been bound, we' ll see we' re walking around and around, wearing deep grooves in the ground.
	But our memories soon fail.
	Recollections are veiled by what we believe we' ve not done.
	We' re not accountable to anyone but ourselves.
	So I' m taking the time to write down the story in which we' re now found.
	It' s a blending of fiction and fact.
	The details were never exact, so please, love, don' t come too near lest all imperfections come clear.
	From a distance they all get smoothed out.
	Rough edges look seamlessly bound, but soon enough we' ll be found out.
	Glue weakens and threads become unwound.
	Our signs of misuse will resound when we hear these words read aloud.
	They may hurt, but that' s necessary now.

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