| 作词 : Robertson | |
| Now when the rumor comes to your town | |
| It grows, it grows, where it started no one knows | |
| Some of your neighbors will invite it right in | |
| Maybe it's a lie, even if it's a sin, they'll repeat the rumor again | |
| Close your eyes, hang down your head | |
| Until a fog blows away, let it blow away | |
| Open up your arms and feel the good | |
| It's a'comin', a brand new day | |
| Big men little men turn into dust | |
| Maybe it was all in fun, didn't mean to ruin no one | |
| Could there be someone among this crowd | |
| Who's been accused had his name so misused and his privacy refused | |
| Close your eyes, hang your head | |
| Until a fog blows away, let it blow away | |
| Open up your arms and feel the good | |
| It's a'comin', a brand new day | |
| Now all you vigilantes want to make a move | |
| Maybe they won't, you know I sure hope they don't | |
| For whether this rumor proves true or false | |
| You can forgive, a'you can regret, but you can never ever forget | |
| Close your eyes, hang down your head | |
| Until a fog blows away | |
| Open up your arms and feel the good | |
| It's a'comin', a brand new day |
| zuo ci : Robertson | |
| Now when the rumor comes to your town | |
| It grows, it grows, where it started no one knows | |
| Some of your neighbors will invite it right in | |
| Maybe it' s a lie, even if it' s a sin, they' ll repeat the rumor again | |
| Close your eyes, hang down your head | |
| Until a fog blows away, let it blow away | |
| Open up your arms and feel the good | |
| It' s a' comin', a brand new day | |
| Big men little men turn into dust | |
| Maybe it was all in fun, didn' t mean to ruin no one | |
| Could there be someone among this crowd | |
| Who' s been accused had his name so misused and his privacy refused | |
| Close your eyes, hang your head | |
| Until a fog blows away, let it blow away | |
| Open up your arms and feel the good | |
| It' s a' comin', a brand new day | |
| Now all you vigilantes want to make a move | |
| Maybe they won' t, you know I sure hope they don' t | |
| For whether this rumor proves true or false | |
| You can forgive, a' you can regret, but you can never ever forget | |
| Close your eyes, hang down your head | |
| Until a fog blows away | |
| Open up your arms and feel the good | |
| It' s a' comin', a brand new day |
| zuò cí : Robertson | |
| Now when the rumor comes to your town | |
| It grows, it grows, where it started no one knows | |
| Some of your neighbors will invite it right in | |
| Maybe it' s a lie, even if it' s a sin, they' ll repeat the rumor again | |
| Close your eyes, hang down your head | |
| Until a fog blows away, let it blow away | |
| Open up your arms and feel the good | |
| It' s a' comin', a brand new day | |
| Big men little men turn into dust | |
| Maybe it was all in fun, didn' t mean to ruin no one | |
| Could there be someone among this crowd | |
| Who' s been accused had his name so misused and his privacy refused | |
| Close your eyes, hang your head | |
| Until a fog blows away, let it blow away | |
| Open up your arms and feel the good | |
| It' s a' comin', a brand new day | |
| Now all you vigilantes want to make a move | |
| Maybe they won' t, you know I sure hope they don' t | |
| For whether this rumor proves true or false | |
| You can forgive, a' you can regret, but you can never ever forget | |
| Close your eyes, hang down your head | |
| Until a fog blows away | |
| Open up your arms and feel the good | |
| It' s a' comin', a brand new day |
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