View from a Blind Eye - Emily Wells.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作曲 : Wells
[00:00.300]It's all over the news
[00:05.300]Another roadside suicide,another hotel,too
[00:13.300]Another public place, another mother's face
[00:19.300]I can't see, I can't look, I can't look
[00:22.300]But I'm greedy with my freedom
[00:26.300]On our heads, on our heads the blood's flowing
[00:30.300]We go without looking, but not knowing
[00:36.300]In my hands, in my hands, in my hands
[00:41.300]Yeah, your loss is my loss,even without my looking
[00:50.300]My looking
[00:58.300]Around and around and around
[01:02.300]I'm calling it, calling it out
[01:07.300]Way past ripe into rotten
[01:12.300]Spoil no longer, no longer
[01:28.300]It's gotten into the air
[01:32.300]Yeah, the smell of death is everywhere
[01:38.300]It creeps across the ocean
[01:43.300]Like a grease fire
[01:49.300]It comes pouring down on the crops in the ground
[01:54.300]And all through the town it whispers
[02:00.300]The names of the ones who have gone before
[02:05.300]By the hands of the bombs and the guns and the war
[02:10.300]I can't see, I can't look, I can't look
[02:14.300]But I'm greedy with my freedom
[02:17.300]It's time we start looking
[02:27.300]We start looking
[02:31.300]We start looking
[02:35.300]Around and around and around
[02:43.300]I'm calling it, calling it out
[02:47.300]Way past ripe into rotten
[02:53.300]Spoil no longer, no longer
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作曲 : Wells
It's all over the news
Another roadside suicide,another hotel,too
Another public place, another mother's face
I can't see, I can't look, I can't look
But I'm greedy with my freedom
On our heads, on our heads the blood's flowing
We go without looking, but not knowing
In my hands, in my hands, in my hands
Yeah, your loss is my loss,even without my looking
My looking
Around and around and around
I'm calling it, calling it out
Way past ripe into rotten
Spoil no longer, no longer
It's gotten into the air
Yeah, the smell of death is everywhere
It creeps across the ocean
Like a grease fire
It comes pouring down on the crops in the ground
And all through the town it whispers
The names of the ones who have gone before
By the hands of the bombs and the guns and the war
I can't see, I can't look, I can't look
But I'm greedy with my freedom
It's time we start looking
We start looking
We start looking
Around and around and around
I'm calling it, calling it out
Way past ripe into rotten
Spoil no longer, no longer