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Well, maybe I will, maybe I won't When I'm done with the thrill, when I finally come home But that's a long way home that is When I finally come away from all the sinking ships I'm tired of trying
It could take a long time To forget that color of the water Only the deepest blues Can get me back to the crux of the matter
She's a replica, an imitation of my conscience And she knows I'm stepping inside of bliss She's a replica, another image of no patron saints Not one, no one to trust outside of this
Well, maybe I will, maybe I won't If I'm losing my step will you carry me home? But that's a long way home that is Can I finally walk away from all the sinking ships? Oh baby, I'm trying
It could take a long time To forget that color of the water Only the deepest blues Can get me back to the crux of the matter
She's a replica, an imitation of my conscience And she knows I'm stepping inside of bliss 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 She's a replica, another image of no patron saints Not one, no one to trust outside of this
But it's got blood, not your blood It's that blood on your hands Well, your friends are your friends Or your biggest fans
So pin that letter, pin that letter Pin that letter to your chest I confess, I confess, I confess
Bring it back and cut it loose Put it on like all the rest You tell them lies, I'll tell them truths I confess, I confess
She's a replica, an imitation of my conscience And she knows I'm stepping inside of bliss She's a replica, another image of no patron saints Not one, no one to trust outside of this
She's a replica, an imitation of my conscience And she knows I'm stepping inside of bliss She's a replica, another image of no patron saints Not one, no one to trust outside of this
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