Twelve Thirty Lyrics
| Song | Twelve Thirty |
| Artist | Scott McKenzie |
| Album | Voice of Scott McKenzie |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Phillips | |
| I used to live in new york city | |
| Every thing there was dark and dirty | |
| Outside my window was a steeple | |
| With a clock that always said 12: 30 | |
| Young girls are coming to the canyon | |
| And in the morning | |
| I can see them walking | |
| I can no longer keep my blinds drawn | |
| And I cant keep myself from talking. | |
| At first so strange to feel so friendly | |
| To say good morning and really mean it | |
| To feel these changes happening in me | |
| But not to notice till | |
| I feel it. | |
| Young girls are coming to the canyon | |
| And in the morning | |
| I can see them walking | |
| I can no longer keep my blinds drawn | |
| And I cant keep myself from talking. | |
| Cloudy waters cast no reflection | |
| Images of beauty lie there stagnant | |
| Vibrations bounce in no direction | |
| And lie there shattered into fragments. | |
| Young girls are coming to the canyon | |
| And in the morning | |
| I can see them walking | |
| I can no longer keep my blinds drawn | |
| And I cant keep myself from talking. |
| zuo ci : Phillips | |
| I used to live in new york city | |
| Every thing there was dark and dirty | |
| Outside my window was a steeple | |
| With a clock that always said 12: 30 | |
| Young girls are coming to the canyon | |
| And in the morning | |
| I can see them walking | |
| I can no longer keep my blinds drawn | |
| And I cant keep myself from talking. | |
| At first so strange to feel so friendly | |
| To say good morning and really mean it | |
| To feel these changes happening in me | |
| But not to notice till | |
| I feel it. | |
| Young girls are coming to the canyon | |
| And in the morning | |
| I can see them walking | |
| I can no longer keep my blinds drawn | |
| And I cant keep myself from talking. | |
| Cloudy waters cast no reflection | |
| Images of beauty lie there stagnant | |
| Vibrations bounce in no direction | |
| And lie there shattered into fragments. | |
| Young girls are coming to the canyon | |
| And in the morning | |
| I can see them walking | |
| I can no longer keep my blinds drawn | |
| And I cant keep myself from talking. |
| zuò cí : Phillips | |
| I used to live in new york city | |
| Every thing there was dark and dirty | |
| Outside my window was a steeple | |
| With a clock that always said 12: 30 | |
| Young girls are coming to the canyon | |
| And in the morning | |
| I can see them walking | |
| I can no longer keep my blinds drawn | |
| And I cant keep myself from talking. | |
| At first so strange to feel so friendly | |
| To say good morning and really mean it | |
| To feel these changes happening in me | |
| But not to notice till | |
| I feel it. | |
| Young girls are coming to the canyon | |
| And in the morning | |
| I can see them walking | |
| I can no longer keep my blinds drawn | |
| And I cant keep myself from talking. | |
| Cloudy waters cast no reflection | |
| Images of beauty lie there stagnant | |
| Vibrations bounce in no direction | |
| And lie there shattered into fragments. | |
| Young girls are coming to the canyon | |
| And in the morning | |
| I can see them walking | |
| I can no longer keep my blinds drawn | |
| And I cant keep myself from talking. |
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