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Okkervil River
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In a Radio Song
Black sheep boy, blue-eyed charmer, head hanging with horns from your father.
Oh, in a cold little mirror you were grown, by a black little wind you were blown, alone, alone, alone.
Cold smile on your lips, you shake and shiver. Some animal sips where the river flows from a black little crack in a stone. To a crackle in a radio song, sing along, sing along, sing along.
Warm light when your eyes fill with laughter. Some animal lies in the pasture, holes in its throat where the 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 blood was drawn, in its mouth where the tongue was torn by your claws, your claws, your claws.
I rose from a dream; We were running from every being that was hunting, but we let them get ahead of us. We let them lie in wait for us. We're fucked, we're fucked, we're fucked.
I rose from a dream; I had just destroyed everything with one crushing blow, and I woke up and watched it go, and I woke up and wagged my tongue. So long, so long, so long
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