思想犯（新） - 风早p/弦卷真纪.mp3

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[00:00.408]曲：n-buna
[00:02.659]词：Rachie
[00:04.909]调：风早
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[00:28.908]Somebody like yourself, true and kind
[00:30.908]would never understand this aching heart of mine
[00:33.158]Cursing other people yes is what I do best, and so I
[00:36.408]Write songs to pass the time
[00:38.408]I’ve always dreamed of being on TV
[00:40.658]To hear the audience lovingly praise me
[00:43.158]For now I guess I’ll make this knife sharp as can be
[00:47.908]Hear the crash of glass being pounded at
[00:50.407]The tearing noise of a sheet of paper torn to shreds
[00:52.657]And the setting sun after “goodbye” is said
[00:55.158]is just so lovely…
[00:57.658]Even that much is plain to see!
[00:59.326]The birds cry out their song in the sunset
[01:04.076]This empty ache I feel starts to sing a swan song too
[01:08.825]And yet you linger still in the shadows
[01:13.076]Standing on your toes, sky a flaming red hue
[01:17.574]Slipping off my tongue, was my goodbye to you
[01:21.825]
[01:41.075]I wanted to be seen, I want to love
[01:43.075]Are these the “dreams” that people talk about?
[01:45.075]Just another beggar begging for it to be
[01:47.325]I’m lazy. Hurry and satisfy me!
[01:50.575]Somebody like yourself, wouldn’t get
[01:52.575]This ugly jealousy that simmers in my chest
[01:54.825]Always looking for an opportunity to hit and to strike them back
[01:59.825]Hear the crash of glass bottles striking lamps
[02:02.325]The blaring noise a guitar makes as it’s being slammed
[02:05.075]These regrets with no way to make amends
[02:07.076]Though it’s lovely
[02:08.325]Just the thought, see, that even that much is plain to see...!
[02:11.325]The words, relentless, beat down upon me
[02:16.076]December slowly creeps into my September heart
[02:20.825]And in the spring, the mist in the mountains
[02:25.075]Rises in the sky, summer follows behind
[02:29.574]Carressing both my cheeks, as the breeze passes by
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[02:43.325]Somebody like yourself, true and kind
[02:45.325]would never understand this aching heart of mine
[02:47.575]I’m no good at living but I don’t wanna die, and so I
[02:50.574]Write songs to pass the time
[02:52.824]I feel it everyday, the words, the hate
[02:55.074]The sheer disgust of everybody as they look my way
[02:57.824]It’s why I only write songs that hurt other people now
[03:02.574]And songs without a soul like the one that you’re hearing now
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[03:08.824]I want to drink your words down completely
[03:13.574]I use my hands to hold them, nowhere to put them in
[03:18.324]One day my drought will no doubt diminish
[03:22.573]But until it does, waiting here until then
[03:28.324]The birds cry out their song in the sunset
[03:32.824]I beg this empty ache, to turn itself into a tune
[03:37.574]And say goodbye to you in this sunset
[03:41.823]Waiting for the night to come drown me in blue
[03:46.573]Slipping off my tongue, is my goodbye to you