作词 : Sloan
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You can hear the rustling of the leaves
Distant voices carry softly in the breeze
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So silently (so silently)
Time hangs heavy in the air just like a cloud
I'm lying on my bed
Scratching my head, wondering what it's about
Are we all minstrels
Playing in a three-ring circus
Searching for a purpose that's not there
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Everybody's thinking
Gotta get ahead, gotta get ahead
Everybody's drinking
Hurrying, worrying, playing the game
All acting the same
As I look out through my windowpane
The wind, it can play tricks on your ear
Like some unsolved mystery
We all guess at the ending, but nobody comes near