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One Hundred Years

The Cure

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歌词

It  doesn't  matter  if  we  all  die

Ambition  in  the  back  of  a  black  car

In  a  high  building  there  is  so  much  to  do

Going  home  time

A  story  on  the  radio

Something  small  falls  out  of  your  mouth

And  we  laugh

A  prayer  for  something  better

A  prayer

For  something  better

Please  love  me

Meet  my  mother

But  the  fear  takes  hold

Creeping  up  the  stairs  in  the  dark

Waiting  for  the  death  blow

Waiting  for  the  death  blow

Waiting  for  the  death  blow

Stroking  your  hair  as  the  patriots  are  shot

Fighting  for  freedom  on  the  television

Sharing  the  world  with  slaughtered  pigs

Have  we  got  everything?

She  struggles  to  get  away  .  .  .

The  pain

And  the  creeping  feeling

A  little  black  haired  girl

Waiting  for  Saturday

The  death  of  her  father  pushing  her

Pushing  her  white  face  into  the  mirror

Aching  inside  me

And  turn  me  round

Just  like  the  old  days

Just  like  the  old  days

Just  like  the  old  days

Just  like  the  old  days

Caressing  an  old  man

And  painting  a  lifeless  face

Just  a  piece  of  new  meat  in  a  clean  room

The  soldiers  close  in  under  a  yellow  moon

All  shadows  and  deliverance

Under  a  black  flag

A  hundred  years  of  blood

Crimson

The  ribbon  tightens  round  my  throat

I  open  my  mouth

And  my  head  bursts  open

A  sound  like  a  tiger  thrashing  in  the  water

Thrashing  in  the  water

Over  and  over

We  die  one  after  the  other

Over  and  over

We  die  one  after  the  other

One  after  the  other

One  after  the  other

One  after  the  other

One  after  the  other

It  feels  like  a  hundred  years

A  hundred  years

A  hundred  years

A  hundred  years

A  hundred  years

One  hundred  years
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