American Guitars歌詞

[ti:Indiana]
[ar:Cymbals Eat Guitars]
[al:Why There Are Mountains]
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[00:02.00]Cymbals Eat Guitars - Indiana
[00:07.00]LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
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[00:35.60]As the descent began I got the distinct impression
[00:47.50]Lake Michigan had been frozen for decades
[00:55.88]I conducted the warmth from my metronome sternum
[01:05.19]To our massive jetting vessel billowing plumes of spent fuel
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[01:14.15]The tundra under us cracked and ruptured
[01:17.52]To reveal palisades
[01:18.76]Made of blades of gray, gray bristling grass
[01:21.42]And papulose lichen
[01:23.42]I was so frightened
[01:25.43]As my grip on you tightened
[01:27.29]Your skin got slicker
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[01:29.71]I am a deserted bus depot
[01:33.01]Though our approach suggested
[01:35.09]An American hazy sea
[01:37.23]Like the one I found inside
[01:40.04]After driving you home once
[01:41.99]Still half high
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[01:56.55]I-90 through utter desolation
[02:04.62]I sense evil at the heart of each far flung well lighted home
[02:11.84]I close my eyes and see cellar stairways
[02:18.71]Vermiculated with delicate animal bone
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[02:26.30]Musty rooms house racks of fur jackets
[02:28.81]Spattered with plasma
[02:30.88]On a bus in Indiana
[02:33.54]I called you and screamed
[02:35.12]Under ceaseless patterns of weeping light
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