| Song | Anytown |
| Artist | Everything But the Girl |
| Album | The Works |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Watt | |
| Over dale and over hills | |
| I'll take you through the cotton mills | |
| To the ginnels where we played | |
| And where are friendships all were made | |
| Still they came and tore them down | |
| And now we live in Anytown | |
| They came and tore it down | |
| And now this place could be Anytown | |
| Can't forget and won't forgive | |
| The places we've been forced to live | |
| Sticks and stones may break my bones | |
| But rather that than live alone | |
| For they came and tore it down | |
| And now we live in Anytown | |
| They came and tore it down | |
| And now this place could be Anytown | |
| Rags to riches, that's a lie | |
| For some things money just can't buy | |
| Thicker than water blood may be | |
| And comfort still brings misery | |
| For they came and tore it down | |
| And now we live in Anytown | |
| They came and tore it down | |
| And now this place could be Anytown | |
| They took the heart when they ripped it down | |
| And in its place sent Anytown | |
| Summer in the driving rain | |
| I can hear the Oldham train. |
| zuo ci : Watt | |
| Over dale and over hills | |
| I' ll take you through the cotton mills | |
| To the ginnels where we played | |
| And where are friendships all were made | |
| Still they came and tore them down | |
| And now we live in Anytown | |
| They came and tore it down | |
| And now this place could be Anytown | |
| Can' t forget and won' t forgive | |
| The places we' ve been forced to live | |
| Sticks and stones may break my bones | |
| But rather that than live alone | |
| For they came and tore it down | |
| And now we live in Anytown | |
| They came and tore it down | |
| And now this place could be Anytown | |
| Rags to riches, that' s a lie | |
| For some things money just can' t buy | |
| Thicker than water blood may be | |
| And comfort still brings misery | |
| For they came and tore it down | |
| And now we live in Anytown | |
| They came and tore it down | |
| And now this place could be Anytown | |
| They took the heart when they ripped it down | |
| And in its place sent Anytown | |
| Summer in the driving rain | |
| I can hear the Oldham train. |
| zuò cí : Watt | |
| Over dale and over hills | |
| I' ll take you through the cotton mills | |
| To the ginnels where we played | |
| And where are friendships all were made | |
| Still they came and tore them down | |
| And now we live in Anytown | |
| They came and tore it down | |
| And now this place could be Anytown | |
| Can' t forget and won' t forgive | |
| The places we' ve been forced to live | |
| Sticks and stones may break my bones | |
| But rather that than live alone | |
| For they came and tore it down | |
| And now we live in Anytown | |
| They came and tore it down | |
| And now this place could be Anytown | |
| Rags to riches, that' s a lie | |
| For some things money just can' t buy | |
| Thicker than water blood may be | |
| And comfort still brings misery | |
| For they came and tore it down | |
| And now we live in Anytown | |
| They came and tore it down | |
| And now this place could be Anytown | |
| They took the heart when they ripped it down | |
| And in its place sent Anytown | |
| Summer in the driving rain | |
| I can hear the Oldham train. |