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Verse 1 |
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Sunday morning rain is falling |
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xīng qī tiān zǎo chén xià zhe yǔ |
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Steal some covers share some skin |
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wǒ liǎ tōu le xiē yè piàn xiāng yōng bì yǔ |
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Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable |
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wū yún lǒng zhào de nà yī kè ràng wǒ nán yǐ wàng huái |
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You twist to fit the mold that I am in |
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nǐ qū shēn yī wēi zài wǒ de shēn biān |
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But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do |
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dàn shì qíng yuè lái yuè fēng kuáng shēng huó yuè lái yuè nán guò |
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And I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew |
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wǒ hěn lè yì jiān chí xià qù rú guǒ wǒ zhī dào |
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That someday it would lead me back to you |
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rú guǒ yǒu yì tiān wǒ huì huí dào nǐ shēn biān |
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That someday it would lead me back to you |
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rú guǒ yǒu yì tiān wǒ néng huí dào nǐ shēn biān |
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Chorus |
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That may be all I need |
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yě xǔ zhè zhèng shì wǒ xīn suǒ qiú |
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In darkness she is all I see |
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zài hēi àn zhōng wǒ de yǎn lǐ zhǐ yǒu tā |
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Come and rest your bones with me |
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lái wǒ shēn biān yì qǐ fàng sōng xīn qíng |
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Driving slow on sunday morning |
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màn màn xiǎng shòu xīng qī tiān de zǎo chén |
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And I never want to leave |
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wǒ cóng wèi xiǎng guò lí kāi nǐ |
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Verse 2 |
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Fingers trace your every outline |
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zhǐ jiān miáo huì zhe nǐ de lún kuò |
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Paint a picture with my hands |
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yòng wǒ de shuāng shǒu huà xià yī fú tú |
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Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm |
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wǒ men lái huí bǎi dòng xiàng shì fēng yǔ zhōng de shù zhī |
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Change the weather still together when it ends |
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wú lùn fēng fēng yǔ yǔ wǒ men yī zhí bǐ cǐ xiāng bàn |
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Chorus |
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That may be all I need |
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yě xǔ zhè jiù shì wǒ xū yào de |
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In darkness she is all I see |
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zài hēi àn de rì zi tā jiù shì wǒ de quán bù |
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Come and rest your bones with me |
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lái wǒ shēn biān yì qǐ fàng sōng xīn qíng |
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Driving slow on sunday morning |
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màn màn xiǎng shòu xīng qī tiān de zǎo chén |
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And I never want to leave |
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wǒ cóng wèi xiǎng guò lí kāi nǐ |
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Bridge |
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But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do |
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dàn shì qíng nán yǐ kòng zhì shēng huó yuè lái yuè nán guò |
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Sunday morning rain is falling and I' m calling out to you |
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xià zhe yǔ de xīng qī tiān zǎo chén wǒ hū huàn zhe nǐ |
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Singing someday it' ll bring me back to you |
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chàng zhe yǒu yì tiān wǒ huì huí dào nǐ shēn biān |
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Find a way to bring myself home to you |
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wǒ yí dìng huì zhǎo dào huí jiā yǔ nǐ xiāng shǒu de lù |
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Chorus |
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And you may not know |
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yě xǔ nǐ bù zhī dào |
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That may be all I need |
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yě xǔ zhè zhèng shì wǒ xīn suǒ qiú |
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In darkness she is all I see |
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zài hēi àn zhōng wǒ de yǎn lǐ zhǐ yǒu tā |
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Come and rest your bones with me |
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lái wǒ shēn biān yì qǐ fàng sōng xīn qíng |
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Driving slow on sunday morning |
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màn màn xiǎng shòu xīng qī tiān de zǎo chén |
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Driving slow... |
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guò de màn yī xiē |
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Oh yeah yeah... Cross a flower in you hair |
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bié duǒ huā zài nǐ de fā shāo |