[00:00.00] 作曲 : james mercer
[00:40.69]Through the rain and all the clatter
[00:44.53]Under the Fremont bridge I saw a pigeon fly
[00:48.55]Fly in fear from the raptor come to take its life
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[00:56.48]And as it closed in for the capture
[01:00.51]I funneled the fear through my ancient eyes
[01:05.17]To see in flight,
[01:06.14]what I know are the bitter mechanics of life
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[01:12.85]Under my hat it reads "the lines are all imagined"
[01:20.70]A fact of life I know to hide from my little girls
[01:28.49]I know my place amongst the bugs and all the animals
[01:36.33]And it's from these ordinary people you are longing to be free
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[01:48.07]My hotel and on the TV
[01:51.86]A preacher on a stage like a buzzard cries
[01:56.00]Out a warning of phony sorrow, he's trying to get a rise
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[02:03.74]The cyanide of an almond
[02:07.89]Let him look at your hands, get the angles right
[02:11.81]Ace of spades, port of morrow, life is death is life
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[02:20.26]I saw a photograph: Cologne in '27
[02:28.19]And then a postcard after the bombs in '45
[02:36.09]Must've been a world of evil clowns that let it happen
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[02:44.44]But now I recognize, dear listeners
[02:48.22]That you were there and so was I
[02:54.14]Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
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[03:29.29]Under my hat I know the lines are all imagined
[03:37.25]A fact of life I must impress on my little girls
[03:45.16]I know my place amongst the creatures in the pageant
[03:53.78]And there are flowers in the garbage,
[03:57.95]and a skull under your curls
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[04:05.32]Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah...
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