凌晨三点，黑暗中传来低语。

Thebirdsaresingingfromthetrees.

歌词千寻TheBastards,TheVultures,TheWolves-TheWonderYears.I'mangrylikeI'm18againAndwallsareclosinginButthebastards,andthevultures,Allwantpiecesofwhat'sleftWebuiltthisoutofsweatandspitWithourheartsinplaceofbrickButI'llburnittothegroundBeforeyougetyourhandsonit.Soburymeatseapretendit'sallabadLetmegetsomesleepdealwithitinthe.I'mwakinguptogospelradioFromsleepingwithmyclothesonIendedupasfoodforwolvesFortryingtotaketheworldonI'mwonderingwhereyouwouldbewithoutmeWhereyouwouldbewithoutmeWhereyouwouldbewithoutmeWhereyouwouldbe.IknowIwasanangrykidButIscrapedandscratchedforthisNowI'mstuckholdingabombWithafusethat'sstilllitThey'llneverletmerestagainAndyeahIcameoutswingi

其实男人的心更容易碎

像空中云朵飘浮散开

有寂寞有笑语

天清梅雨歇，江阔柳云垂

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