Round Here

Round Here
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作詞:BOWMAN STEVE/BRYSON DAVID LYNN/DURITZ ADAM FREDRIC

作曲:BOWMAN STEVE/BRYSON DAVID LYNN/DURITZ ADAM FREDRIC

Step out the front door like a
ghost into the fog,
Where no one notices the
contrast of white on white,
And in between the moon and
you, angels get a better view,
Of the crumbling difference
between wrong and right.
Well I walk in the air between
the rain,
Through myself and back again,
where? I don't know,
Maria says she's dying, through
the door I hear her crying,
Why? I don't know.
Round here, we always stand up
straight,
Round here, something radiates.
Maria came from Nashville with
a suitcase in her hand,
She said she'd like to meet a
boy who looks like Elvis,
And she walked along the edge
of where the ocean meets the
land,
Just like she's walking on a
wire in the circus,
She parks her car outside of my
house and takes her clothes off,
Says she's close to
understanding Jesus,
And she knows she's more than
just a little misunderstood,
She has trouble acting normal
when she's nervous.
Round here, we're carving out
our names,
Round here, we all look the
same,
Round here, we talk just like
lions,
But we sacrifice like lambs,
Round here, she's slipping
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