Exiled Lyrics
| Song | Exiled |
| Artist | Bad Breeding |
| Album | Exiled |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Charlie Rose | |
| 作曲 : Charlie Rose | |
| Dragged out from shadow into blazing light | |
| I leant on compassion but soon paid the price | |
| Reason snatched, slick instruments won | |
| as the world went drifting vacant eyed | |
| Exiled, but choked for all to see | |
| The freshest of wounds were the ones they mined first | |
| A pining for relief stamped into scorched earth | |
| The cries of a mother muffled, unheard | |
| Pressed behind glass, drowned in plain sight | |
| Exiled, but choked for all to see | |
| And I used to dread the thought of trauma, now it circles every day | |
| Waiting in the wings, prowling like a stalking horse | |
| See nature knows of hardship… at least it has its use | |
| This is suffering as a construct - man’s longest-running gag |
| zuo ci : Charlie Rose | |
| zuo qu : Charlie Rose | |
| Dragged out from shadow into blazing light | |
| I leant on compassion but soon paid the price | |
| Reason snatched, slick instruments won | |
| as the world went drifting vacant eyed | |
| Exiled, but choked for all to see | |
| The freshest of wounds were the ones they mined first | |
| A pining for relief stamped into scorched earth | |
| The cries of a mother muffled, unheard | |
| Pressed behind glass, drowned in plain sight | |
| Exiled, but choked for all to see | |
| And I used to dread the thought of trauma, now it circles every day | |
| Waiting in the wings, prowling like a stalking horse | |
| See nature knows of hardship at least it has its use | |
| This is suffering as a construct man' s longestrunning gag |
| zuò cí : Charlie Rose | |
| zuò qǔ : Charlie Rose | |
| Dragged out from shadow into blazing light | |
| I leant on compassion but soon paid the price | |
| Reason snatched, slick instruments won | |
| as the world went drifting vacant eyed | |
| Exiled, but choked for all to see | |
| The freshest of wounds were the ones they mined first | |
| A pining for relief stamped into scorched earth | |
| The cries of a mother muffled, unheard | |
| Pressed behind glass, drowned in plain sight | |
| Exiled, but choked for all to see | |
| And I used to dread the thought of trauma, now it circles every day | |
| Waiting in the wings, prowling like a stalking horse | |
| See nature knows of hardship at least it has its use | |
| This is suffering as a construct man' s longestrunning gag |
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