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- Thomas Dybdahl Moving Pictures 歌词
- Thomas Dybdahl
- Why old man chose a time to leave us
Had he raised the rock he shook
Mother's nerves are tired from work
He got away but he's not quite gone
He got away but he's not quite gone
Across a lake from the western shore
Thunder howls the wrath of gods
That's how the pagans wreched the clouds
And now it's coming but we're holding on
We know it's coming but we're holding on
On the bluffs we caused an earthFall
The glaciersRuled this land
Long before The feet of man
And that's the kittenLet the horses out
And when the saddenTill the sky cries out
These peoples crying that who'd be torn
As the sun rolls off on the big smoke
My hands were fire and iceshook
On the building
Oh back to room days
And we gave Up that on the cloud of kids
Moving pictures carrying me away
Through the windows far from afar
From the square lot of a farm
From the meadow to the maddie's porch
And the garden from the tavern porch
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