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Trader Horne
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The Mutant
作词:Jackie Mcauley
He is a the faker that sits by the river Holding winged insects in front of his eyes Face of the aged but feared they would wither Living their lives, just fearing to die
Cardboard and leather and synthetic fiber Don't cover his body or flutter his mind The earth is like Heaven and the water like cider He walks on the ground and he flies in the sky
更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Monk in the glass house was breaking his fingers Doing his penance for someone to see The head in the alley was licking his papers And thinking, ‽He's thinking he's better than meâ€
He is but wisdom who looks on the youngster Thriving, surviving, contriving but free And if in his wanderings, he should pass your doorstep Strike up your matches, there's so much to see
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