A Goodbye Rye Lyrics

	作词 : Buckner
	Once upon a blue thing or two, eyes and sighs and a moon-confused, we heard the sparks fly and we
	watched their lies. Some died in retreat, some in jealousy
	You know boredom breeds temptation in it's wake, but you will look @ what temptation's done?
	There's spirits here in the hollow and a message @ the bottom of the bottle:
	"the sky tonight is grey."
	"the quiver and the quake..."
	We cheered away a goodbye rye then bled on down the road,
	but when the buzz was over, ... [man, it was gettin' cold]
	The years are slow, so I'll lie alone. Do you want your name to burn away?
	But, lies aside, will I ride along and through and over you?
	Sleep, shame, Reno's low behind in flames. So, in your misty midst, on
	your lowland frame, won't you sleep, shame?

	zuo ci : Buckner
	Once upon a blue thing or two, eyes and sighs and a moon-confused, we heard the sparks fly and we
	watched their lies. Some died in retreat, some in jealousy
	You know boredom breeds temptation in it' s wake, but you will look what temptation' s done?
	There' s spirits here in the hollow and a message the bottom of the bottle:
	" the sky tonight is grey. "
	" the quiver and the quake. . . "
	We cheered away a goodbye rye then bled on down the road,
	but when the buzz was over, . . . man, it was gettin' cold
	The years are slow, so I' ll lie alone. Do you want your name to burn away?
	But, lies aside, will I ride along and through and over you?
	Sleep, shame, Reno' s low behind in flames. So, in your misty midst, on
	your lowland frame, won' t you sleep, shame?

	zuò cí : Buckner
	Once upon a blue thing or two, eyes and sighs and a moon-confused, we heard the sparks fly and we
	watched their lies. Some died in retreat, some in jealousy
	You know boredom breeds temptation in it' s wake, but you will look what temptation' s done?
	There' s spirits here in the hollow and a message the bottom of the bottle:
	" the sky tonight is grey. "
	" the quiver and the quake. . . "
	We cheered away a goodbye rye then bled on down the road,
	but when the buzz was over, . . . man, it was gettin' cold
	The years are slow, so I' ll lie alone. Do you want your name to burn away?
	But, lies aside, will I ride along and through and over you?
	Sleep, shame, Reno' s low behind in flames. So, in your misty midst, on
	your lowland frame, won' t you sleep, shame?

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