Requiem Revisited Lyrics

	作曲 : The Lawrence Arms
	Let's knock back a few
	And talk about life...
	Every synapse gone and all the smiles have faded
	They come en mass to kill the child that came in
	Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
	These hands beat red with the mercy killing
	Good eye, dead man, you hit your mark again
	These hands beat red with the mercy killing
	Good eye, dead man, you hit your mark again
	And all these words beg for the same damn thing now
	How to return to someplace far behind now
	Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
	This heart is pumping blood much harder than you know
	These fists are squeezed too tightly ever to let go
	These are the syncopations on these weary bones
	These hands beat red with the mercy killing
	Good eye, dead man, you hit your mark again
	And this time, this time, this time I'll walk these avenues to find
	A place where I can let these dreams and demons go
	And finally rest my weary bones

	zuo qu : The Lawrence Arms
	Let' s knock back a few
	And talk about life. . .
	Every synapse gone and all the smiles have faded
	They come en mass to kill the child that came in
	Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
	These hands beat red with the mercy killing
	Good eye, dead man, you hit your mark again
	These hands beat red with the mercy killing
	Good eye, dead man, you hit your mark again
	And all these words beg for the same damn thing now
	How to return to someplace far behind now
	Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
	This heart is pumping blood much harder than you know
	These fists are squeezed too tightly ever to let go
	These are the syncopations on these weary bones
	These hands beat red with the mercy killing
	Good eye, dead man, you hit your mark again
	And this time, this time, this time I' ll walk these avenues to find
	A place where I can let these dreams and demons go
	And finally rest my weary bones

	zuò qǔ : The Lawrence Arms
	Let' s knock back a few
	And talk about life. . .
	Every synapse gone and all the smiles have faded
	They come en mass to kill the child that came in
	Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
	These hands beat red with the mercy killing
	Good eye, dead man, you hit your mark again
	These hands beat red with the mercy killing
	Good eye, dead man, you hit your mark again
	And all these words beg for the same damn thing now
	How to return to someplace far behind now
	Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
	This heart is pumping blood much harder than you know
	These fists are squeezed too tightly ever to let go
	These are the syncopations on these weary bones
	These hands beat red with the mercy killing
	Good eye, dead man, you hit your mark again
	And this time, this time, this time I' ll walk these avenues to find
	A place where I can let these dreams and demons go
	And finally rest my weary bones

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