The Dog-Ear Years Lyrics

	作词 : Anderson
	Rusted and ropy.
	Dog-eared old copy.
	Vintage and classic,
	Or just plain jurassic：
	All words to describe me.
	Relaxed in the knowledge
	That happily present
	Are all things to sustain me,
	Nurture and claim me:
	Roll back the mileage.
	You have settled beside me.
	To the far and the wide of me.
	A matter of choosing,
	Of finding and losing
	On the rough ride with me.
	Take whisky with water,
	Kick stones down the gutter.
	Think back to long days with
	Stale breath recycled in my face.
	Rattling through airways -
	Plastic on cold trays.
	Watching through windows,
	Deep landscapes below
	Await another time and space.
	There must come some time
	To walk through the night line.
	Hands tight: heads high.
	These are the dog-ear years.
	Don't turn back. don't linger.
	For god's sake keep moving.
	Primitive shadows sidle beside.

	zuo ci : Anderson
	Rusted and ropy.
	Dogeared old copy.
	Vintage and classic,
	Or just plain jurassic:
	All words to describe me.
	Relaxed in the knowledge
	That happily present
	Are all things to sustain me,
	Nurture and claim me:
	Roll back the mileage.
	You have settled beside me.
	To the far and the wide of me.
	A matter of choosing,
	Of finding and losing
	On the rough ride with me.
	Take whisky with water,
	Kick stones down the gutter.
	Think back to long days with
	Stale breath recycled in my face.
	Rattling through airways
	Plastic on cold trays.
	Watching through windows,
	Deep landscapes below
	Await another time and space.
	There must come some time
	To walk through the night line.
	Hands tight: heads high.
	These are the dogear years.
	Don' t turn back. don' t linger.
	For god' s sake keep moving.
	Primitive shadows sidle beside.

	zuò cí : Anderson
	Rusted and ropy.
	Dogeared old copy.
	Vintage and classic,
	Or just plain jurassic:
	All words to describe me.
	Relaxed in the knowledge
	That happily present
	Are all things to sustain me,
	Nurture and claim me:
	Roll back the mileage.
	You have settled beside me.
	To the far and the wide of me.
	A matter of choosing,
	Of finding and losing
	On the rough ride with me.
	Take whisky with water,
	Kick stones down the gutter.
	Think back to long days with
	Stale breath recycled in my face.
	Rattling through airways
	Plastic on cold trays.
	Watching through windows,
	Deep landscapes below
	Await another time and space.
	There must come some time
	To walk through the night line.
	Hands tight: heads high.
	These are the dogear years.
	Don' t turn back. don' t linger.
	For god' s sake keep moving.
	Primitive shadows sidle beside.

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