Six Of Spades

	作词 : Clientele, MacLean
	When the fog comes rolling through the avenues
	Something leaves my mind
	Gifted in November underneath the elms
	In all the dying lines
	The mirage and the echo of the life we live
	Gently leaving me
	Break the fever, square the lines
	Strange geometry

	zuò cí : Clientele, MacLean
	When the fog comes rolling through the avenues
	Something leaves my mind
	Gifted in November underneath the elms
	In all the dying lines
	The mirage and the echo of the life we live
	Gently leaving me
	Break the fever, square the lines
	Strange geometry