Song | Twenty-One |
Artist | Claire days |
Album | She Changed Her Mind |
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作词 : Claire Moreau | |
作曲 : Claire Moreau | |
21 and out of reach | |
Reading out loud the pages of a magazine | |
For girls, cause I am a girl | |
It’s getting hard to believe | |
That I deserve more than a faded dream | |
That’s locked and weak and lacks of air | |
Twenty first year, twenty first time I’m shy | |
For blowing my candle | |
I’m shy, in public | |
Covert overt, that’s the main deal | |
I’m wringing my hands while I talk dear | |
I am tossing, turning, twirling, toddling | |
Cover overt, that’s the main deal | |
I bet you think I’m calm and tidy | |
I’m volcanic | |
With the back of my hand I sketch a hundred people | |
In ink, while I thought I was lonely | |
I was a number on the list | |
In a generation of misfits | |
And things moved on and I left my gods | |
Oh alegría … |
zuo ci : Claire Moreau | |
zuo qu : Claire Moreau | |
21 and out of reach | |
Reading out loud the pages of a magazine | |
For girls, cause I am a girl | |
It' s getting hard to believe | |
That I deserve more than a faded dream | |
That' s locked and weak and lacks of air | |
Twenty first year, twenty first time I' m shy | |
For blowing my candle | |
I' m shy, in public | |
Covert overt, that' s the main deal | |
I' m wringing my hands while I talk dear | |
I am tossing, turning, twirling, toddling | |
Cover overt, that' s the main deal | |
I bet you think I' m calm and tidy | |
I' m volcanic | |
With the back of my hand I sketch a hundred people | |
In ink, while I thought I was lonely | |
I was a number on the list | |
In a generation of misfits | |
And things moved on and I left my gods | |
Oh alegri a |
zuò cí : Claire Moreau | |
zuò qǔ : Claire Moreau | |
21 and out of reach | |
Reading out loud the pages of a magazine | |
For girls, cause I am a girl | |
It' s getting hard to believe | |
That I deserve more than a faded dream | |
That' s locked and weak and lacks of air | |
Twenty first year, twenty first time I' m shy | |
For blowing my candle | |
I' m shy, in public | |
Covert overt, that' s the main deal | |
I' m wringing my hands while I talk dear | |
I am tossing, turning, twirling, toddling | |
Cover overt, that' s the main deal | |
I bet you think I' m calm and tidy | |
I' m volcanic | |
With the back of my hand I sketch a hundred people | |
In ink, while I thought I was lonely | |
I was a number on the list | |
In a generation of misfits | |
And things moved on and I left my gods | |
Oh alegrí a |