Builds The Bone Lyrics

	作曲 : Gibb
	When I fall, I'll aim my feet at you
	Aim my knees, floating through breeze
	Too dumb to follow a moving target
	Still, damn my needs, too meek to follow them
	Have already touched it
	It builds the bone
	Although I'll never need it
	It fills in the hole I know
	Darkness falls and I'm cruising creek again
	With a hollow head, a hollow head to boot
	A pre-Madonna, a pre-Madon moment
	Too shy to swallow, yet young enough to get
	All will come to it
	They say it builds the bone
	If I ever stop needing it
	May I be thrown into the throes of toil
	Let my fall, let my fall on you
	Tame my feet, I'll rope my knees round you
	It ain't my fault, no, it ain't my fault, oh, no
	You broke the whole, you broke the whole, oh, you
	All is nothing
	It creates a sore
	It takes my all to love it
	And it relates to the end as we know

	zuo qu : Gibb
	When I fall, I' ll aim my feet at you
	Aim my knees, floating through breeze
	Too dumb to follow a moving target
	Still, damn my needs, too meek to follow them
	Have already touched it
	It builds the bone
	Although I' ll never need it
	It fills in the hole I know
	Darkness falls and I' m cruising creek again
	With a hollow head, a hollow head to boot
	A preMadonna, a preMadon moment
	Too shy to swallow, yet young enough to get
	All will come to it
	They say it builds the bone
	If I ever stop needing it
	May I be thrown into the throes of toil
	Let my fall, let my fall on you
	Tame my feet, I' ll rope my knees round you
	It ain' t my fault, no, it ain' t my fault, oh, no
	You broke the whole, you broke the whole, oh, you
	All is nothing
	It creates a sore
	It takes my all to love it
	And it relates to the end as we know

	zuò qǔ : Gibb
	When I fall, I' ll aim my feet at you
	Aim my knees, floating through breeze
	Too dumb to follow a moving target
	Still, damn my needs, too meek to follow them
	Have already touched it
	It builds the bone
	Although I' ll never need it
	It fills in the hole I know
	Darkness falls and I' m cruising creek again
	With a hollow head, a hollow head to boot
	A preMadonna, a preMadon moment
	Too shy to swallow, yet young enough to get
	All will come to it
	They say it builds the bone
	If I ever stop needing it
	May I be thrown into the throes of toil
	Let my fall, let my fall on you
	Tame my feet, I' ll rope my knees round you
	It ain' t my fault, no, it ain' t my fault, oh, no
	You broke the whole, you broke the whole, oh, you
	All is nothing
	It creates a sore
	It takes my all to love it
	And it relates to the end as we know

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