歌詞
Here we all are born into a struggle To come so far but end up returning to dust Oxfam panache and tips his hat (laces undone) He has no truck with idle chat (work to be done) The songs he learned from scratched LPs Stops in mid-flow to sip his tea He strums the chords with less than grace (songs we all know) Each passing year etched on his face (sun, rain or snow) The words he sings are not his own They speak of things he'll never know
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Steven Wilsonの人気曲
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- 13,455 Listens3,455 Listens2:55
- 21,530 Listens1,530 Listens6:41
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- 61,320 Listens1,320 Listens3:34
- 71,281 Listens1,281 Listens5:14
- 81,181 Listens1,181 Listens9:49
- 91,161 Listens1,161 Listens6:44
- 101,155 Listens1,155 Listens2:08
- 111,151 Listens1,151 Listens1:05
- 121,120 Listens1,120 Listens4:06
- 131,099 Listens1,099 Listens5:21
- 141,097 Listens1,097 Listens6:02
- 151,075 Listens1,075 Listens4:41
- 161,006 Listens1,006 Listens3:52
- 17962 Listens962 Listens9:19
- 18956 Listens956 Listens4:39
- 19874 Listens874 Listens5:55
- 20822 Listens822 Listens3:53
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