| Song | East 3rd St. |
| Artist | Quicksand |
| Album | Manic Compression |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Quicksand | |
| I was so sincere. | |
| I see more clearly now. | |
| I, trust new friends just like, | |
| I can throw them. | |
| Fading traces of a, future leader. | |
| A summer squatting, | |
| I know I won't see them round next year. | |
| And this is all over my head. | |
| And this is all over my head. | |
| Rain, it's rain again, rain, | |
| down on my parade. | |
| I'm wrong, you're right. | |
| It's not what you would do. | |
| Rain. | |
| Walk one mile in these shoes. | |
| In these careless days, | |
| you know who your friends are. | |
| A saving grace. | |
| A time to remember, | |
| what you've taken, | |
| and who you took from. | |
| There's no, mistaking, | |
| what you give is what you get. | |
| And this is all over my head. | |
| And this is all over my head. | |
| Rain, it's rain again, rain, | |
| down on my parade. | |
| I'm wrong, you're right. | |
| It's not what you would do. | |
| Rain. | |
| Walk one mile in these shoes. | |
| Change of Red Guard, every summer. | |
| They are handing, the park over. | |
| An ideal, idealistic. | |
| It's not real, | |
| it's, just a trick. | |
| Rain. | |
| Play a judge. | |
| All you want to. | |
| It makes no difference to me. | |
| It's raining again. | |
| It's raining again. | |
| It's raining again. |
| zuo ci : Quicksand | |
| I was so sincere. | |
| I see more clearly now. | |
| I, trust new friends just like, | |
| I can throw them. | |
| Fading traces of a, future leader. | |
| A summer squatting, | |
| I know I won' t see them round next year. | |
| And this is all over my head. | |
| And this is all over my head. | |
| Rain, it' s rain again, rain, | |
| down on my parade. | |
| I' m wrong, you' re right. | |
| It' s not what you would do. | |
| Rain. | |
| Walk one mile in these shoes. | |
| In these careless days, | |
| you know who your friends are. | |
| A saving grace. | |
| A time to remember, | |
| what you' ve taken, | |
| and who you took from. | |
| There' s no, mistaking, | |
| what you give is what you get. | |
| And this is all over my head. | |
| And this is all over my head. | |
| Rain, it' s rain again, rain, | |
| down on my parade. | |
| I' m wrong, you' re right. | |
| It' s not what you would do. | |
| Rain. | |
| Walk one mile in these shoes. | |
| Change of Red Guard, every summer. | |
| They are handing, the park over. | |
| An ideal, idealistic. | |
| It' s not real, | |
| it' s, just a trick. | |
| Rain. | |
| Play a judge. | |
| All you want to. | |
| It makes no difference to me. | |
| It' s raining again. | |
| It' s raining again. | |
| It' s raining again. |
| zuò cí : Quicksand | |
| I was so sincere. | |
| I see more clearly now. | |
| I, trust new friends just like, | |
| I can throw them. | |
| Fading traces of a, future leader. | |
| A summer squatting, | |
| I know I won' t see them round next year. | |
| And this is all over my head. | |
| And this is all over my head. | |
| Rain, it' s rain again, rain, | |
| down on my parade. | |
| I' m wrong, you' re right. | |
| It' s not what you would do. | |
| Rain. | |
| Walk one mile in these shoes. | |
| In these careless days, | |
| you know who your friends are. | |
| A saving grace. | |
| A time to remember, | |
| what you' ve taken, | |
| and who you took from. | |
| There' s no, mistaking, | |
| what you give is what you get. | |
| And this is all over my head. | |
| And this is all over my head. | |
| Rain, it' s rain again, rain, | |
| down on my parade. | |
| I' m wrong, you' re right. | |
| It' s not what you would do. | |
| Rain. | |
| Walk one mile in these shoes. | |
| Change of Red Guard, every summer. | |
| They are handing, the park over. | |
| An ideal, idealistic. | |
| It' s not real, | |
| it' s, just a trick. | |
| Rain. | |
| Play a judge. | |
| All you want to. | |
| It makes no difference to me. | |
| It' s raining again. | |
| It' s raining again. | |
| It' s raining again. |