March歌词

Frightened Rabbit - Late March, Death March .
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I cursed in church again, and the hand-claps all fell quiet
I watched a statue of you cry
A candle is blown, so we start the black march home
Through a stale and silent night
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There's a funeral in your eyes and a drunk priest at your side
Staggering sermons never wash
There's no reproach, from the lit touch paper, both
Got stubborn marrow in bastard bones
Should we just get home, sleep this off?
Throw some sorry's and then, do it all again, well...
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Folded arms clutch homocide
The bridge is out and the river is high
This is a march death march, march death march
Yeah, there isn't a God, so I'll save my breath
Pray silence for the road ahead
In this march death march, march death march
Yeah I went too far
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And as we walk through an hour long pregnant pause
No grain of truce can be born
My 编辑于2007/01/01更新