• 標題:What New York Couples Fight About
  • 歌手:Morcheeba
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    Morcheeba - What New York Couples Fight About


    Once a label is on something
    It becomes an it
    Like it's no longer alive
    It's like a loss of vision
    Or some dark impression
    Or a black spot on your eye
    If it's up to you
    My little sweet baboo
    Through the shouting and the fever
    Think of life as queer
    Think of it my dear
    And some knobs or a fancy tone
    From here there is no reason
    Baby's got it made
    But it's not what the life's about
    What is imagination
    May become a fact
    If we think of it that way
    If you want to know
    I can tell you now
    Oh if you make it through somehow
    Or is it best to keep or fall to sleep
    it isnt looking very good to me
    from here
    Hey
    He's distressed and I forget
    I don't wanna know cause I forget
    I don't wanna know
    What do, new york
    Couples fight about
    Brothers gonna work it out
    (Baby's got the bed sheet)
    How do
    (That was under you)
    New york
    (When your time and life expires)
    Couples Fight it out
    What these couples fight about
    (Keeps it in the closet)
    What do
    (Keeps it to herself)
    (She should throw the damn thing out)
    But this gonna work it out
    (Why should you continue)
    (To shake it off)
    (Would you write things on the wall?)
    (You could make it hard)
    To be
    In the shouting you will see
    Or is it best to change the world you're keeping
    Down again
    He's distressed
    And I forget
    I don't wanna know 'cause I forget
    I don't wanna know, I don't wanna know
    Such is the sound of sorry
    Without the shy report
    or the grips that could hold you down
    (just when things were looking up
    you act just like a horse's butt)
    Everything was simple
    but the body's worn
    Got the life spread on the ground
    (Powder pink and general,
    the kitchen sink, a funeral)
    Every loving other
    Don't you fade on me
    Like a bomb that's about to blow
    (Often we will overlook
    the things that make it undercooked)
    We can make it hard
    Or we can take the world apart
    Or you'd never be that sure
    Of the simple things that makes you want
    To cry, again
     
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