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- John Mark McMillan Philadelphia 歌詞
- John Mark McMillan
- You step through me
And the screen door hits the wood
And your packing all your things
You say your moving out to there to Hollywood
And I cant do a thing
You say theres nothing for you
In this cardboard town
And every bridge you cross
Your gonna burn it to the ground
You wont listen to a word that Im telling ya
[01:00.98]So whos running through the halls
[01:03.14]In the houses of pain
[01:04.83]That are staring back at me
[01:06.93]Like the ocean from a plane
[ 01:08.77]I swear Ive seen your eyes
[01:10.74]in the ghost of Philadelphia
I think about you late at night sometimes
When I cant sleep
Cause I can hear the train
Its always there
You just dont know it
Till a quarter to three
You just cant hear it in the day
When every bodys got your number
In a plexy glass town
Where the birds aint got wings
But no one makes a sound
Cause they all know how to fly
Just I wouldnt buy what theyre selling ya
I run into your old man every once and again
Mostly in the spring
Reminds me of our younger and more genuine days when
You werent so out of reach
Still for all your running
You just cant change a mile
Of the things you carry around
In the closet of your mind
And the days keep coming man
They never fail ya
[03:51.39][03:43.71][03:35.64] Your never gonna run away
[03:47.65][03:39.63]From what your hanging round your head
From what you said
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