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- Kimya Dawson the sound of Atari S 歌詞
- Kimya Dawson
- the sound of ataris kills working class men who know that theyll never drive fast cars again heroes are broken the cello is burnt pictures of babies are covered with dirt elbows are bleeding the sneakers have holes decaying rooftops have decaying goals throw it away set yourself free run to the ocean dont worry bout me i have lots of friends and the road has no end and your time is your money and ive got to spend time on the outside of being removed from forgotten theories i never proved i have lots of friends and my life is pretend and ill run and ill run and i wont understand how my feet stick out the cold desert breeze and people drink coffee inside redwood trees renaissance uncles and surgical aunts have polar fleece cousins in old navy pants with heroes all published and pianos upgraded and laptops for hearts that are sharp and serrated carve me a pawn, carve me a rook make me the queen of my own storybook gather some branches and make me a cane for when it gets hard to support my own weight i have lots of friends and whats blended will mend im bo peep and my sheep are the dreams i attend small and unruly and wearing your shirt pictures of babies are covered with dirt i have lots of friends and the road is my friend and my thoughts are all stupider when they dont bend over and wrap underneath and around pictures of babies are all underground dead and theyre buried down in the ground i have lots of friends i have lots of friends i have lots of friends i have lots of friends the sound of ataris kills me anD沒有friends cause we know that well never go back there again sometimes we play PlayStation but ITS not the same<比如>
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