| Song | It Must Have Been Years |
| Artist | Gary Numan |
| Artist | Tubeway Army |
| Album | Replicas Redux |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [ti:It Must Have Been Years] | |
| [ar:Gary Numan] | |
| [al:Replicas] | |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Numan |
| [00:15.98] | A radio plays 'White Christmas' |
| [00:19.17] | It's been doing that for years |
| [00:23.03] | If someone leaves the station |
| [00:24.38] | Oh please don't talk to strangers |
| [00:26.26] | Can't you see they're not like us |
| [00:30.22] | The vacant flesh of U.D.'s |
| [00:33.46] | Stand leaning by the walls |
| [00:36.95] | You can feel them thinking over |
| [00:38.82] | Ways of merging with the thoughts |
| [00:40.27] | You never dare to dream |
| [00:43.78] | |
| [00:54.50] | It must have been years |
| [01:01.72] | It must have been years |
| [01:04.35] | |
| [01:09.09] | They want to relive all my memories |
| [01:13.19] | Give me 'the service' daily |
| [01:16.71] | Maybe it was mother |
| [01:18.03] | I can't seem to remember |
| [01:19.79] | Much at all these days |
| [01:23.94] | Picture open doorways |
| [01:27.27] | No pick-ups by the taxi boys |
| [01:30.58] | Just a bed near the window |
| [01:32.29] | And an old lamp by my pillow |
| [01:34.26] | And the things I have to do |
| [01:38.10] | |
| [01:47.66] | It must have been years |
| [01:55.39] | It must have been years |
| [01:58.41] | |
| [02:47.22] | The driver wants to touch me |
| [02:50.10] | He mentions all the old cop bullshit |
| [02:54.18] | I try to back away |
| [02:55.46] | But he's so strong I just can't move |
| [02:57.29] | Maybe I don't want to anyway |
| [03:01.44] | The time to leave is always 'soon' |
| [03:04.69] | I wonder if I'm lying |
| [03:08.28] | A vague feeling of panic |
| [03:09.70] | As a man leaves saying "thank you" |
| [03:11.87] | I blame it all on you |
| [03:14.84] | |
| [03:25.41] | It must have been years |
| [03:32.64] | It must have been years |
| ti: It Must Have Been Years | |
| ar: Gary Numan | |
| al: Replicas | |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Numan |
| [00:15.98] | A radio plays ' White Christmas' |
| [00:19.17] | It' s been doing that for years |
| [00:23.03] | If someone leaves the station |
| [00:24.38] | Oh please don' t talk to strangers |
| [00:26.26] | Can' t you see they' re not like us |
| [00:30.22] | The vacant flesh of U. D.' s |
| [00:33.46] | Stand leaning by the walls |
| [00:36.95] | You can feel them thinking over |
| [00:38.82] | Ways of merging with the thoughts |
| [00:40.27] | You never dare to dream |
| [00:43.78] | |
| [00:54.50] | It must have been years |
| [01:01.72] | It must have been years |
| [01:04.35] | |
| [01:09.09] | They want to relive all my memories |
| [01:13.19] | Give me ' the service' daily |
| [01:16.71] | Maybe it was mother |
| [01:18.03] | I can' t seem to remember |
| [01:19.79] | Much at all these days |
| [01:23.94] | Picture open doorways |
| [01:27.27] | No pickups by the taxi boys |
| [01:30.58] | Just a bed near the window |
| [01:32.29] | And an old lamp by my pillow |
| [01:34.26] | And the things I have to do |
| [01:38.10] | |
| [01:47.66] | It must have been years |
| [01:55.39] | It must have been years |
| [01:58.41] | |
| [02:47.22] | The driver wants to touch me |
| [02:50.10] | He mentions all the old cop bullshit |
| [02:54.18] | I try to back away |
| [02:55.46] | But he' s so strong I just can' t move |
| [02:57.29] | Maybe I don' t want to anyway |
| [03:01.44] | The time to leave is always ' soon' |
| [03:04.69] | I wonder if I' m lying |
| [03:08.28] | A vague feeling of panic |
| [03:09.70] | As a man leaves saying " thank you" |
| [03:11.87] | I blame it all on you |
| [03:14.84] | |
| [03:25.41] | It must have been years |
| [03:32.64] | It must have been years |
| ti: It Must Have Been Years | |
| ar: Gary Numan | |
| al: Replicas | |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Numan |
| [00:15.98] | A radio plays ' White Christmas' |
| [00:19.17] | It' s been doing that for years |
| [00:23.03] | If someone leaves the station |
| [00:24.38] | Oh please don' t talk to strangers |
| [00:26.26] | Can' t you see they' re not like us |
| [00:30.22] | The vacant flesh of U. D.' s |
| [00:33.46] | Stand leaning by the walls |
| [00:36.95] | You can feel them thinking over |
| [00:38.82] | Ways of merging with the thoughts |
| [00:40.27] | You never dare to dream |
| [00:43.78] | |
| [00:54.50] | It must have been years |
| [01:01.72] | It must have been years |
| [01:04.35] | |
| [01:09.09] | They want to relive all my memories |
| [01:13.19] | Give me ' the service' daily |
| [01:16.71] | Maybe it was mother |
| [01:18.03] | I can' t seem to remember |
| [01:19.79] | Much at all these days |
| [01:23.94] | Picture open doorways |
| [01:27.27] | No pickups by the taxi boys |
| [01:30.58] | Just a bed near the window |
| [01:32.29] | And an old lamp by my pillow |
| [01:34.26] | And the things I have to do |
| [01:38.10] | |
| [01:47.66] | It must have been years |
| [01:55.39] | It must have been years |
| [01:58.41] | |
| [02:47.22] | The driver wants to touch me |
| [02:50.10] | He mentions all the old cop bullshit |
| [02:54.18] | I try to back away |
| [02:55.46] | But he' s so strong I just can' t move |
| [02:57.29] | Maybe I don' t want to anyway |
| [03:01.44] | The time to leave is always ' soon' |
| [03:04.69] | I wonder if I' m lying |
| [03:08.28] | A vague feeling of panic |
| [03:09.70] | As a man leaves saying " thank you" |
| [03:11.87] | I blame it all on you |
| [03:14.84] | |
| [03:25.41] | It must have been years |
| [03:32.64] | It must have been years |