[ti:Hollow Hollered][ar:Subtle][al:Exiting Arm][by:蜗牛快跑][00:00.00]歌词千寻 www.9ku.com[00:00.59]Hollow Hollered - Subtle[00:19.19]Your blood owns no bones,[00:21.98]With mailmen in your home[00:23.54][00:24.07]Holding a knife to your poems[00:27.36]To hollow all you’re sown[00:28.60]And holler ‘goner, you’re owned.’[00:30.58]Your blood owns no bones,[00:32.76]With mailmen in your home[00:34.71]Holding a knife to your poems[00:37.42][00:38.16]To hollow all you’re sown[00:39.39]And holler ‘goner, you’re owned.’[00:41.25]And supposing you was meant[00:42.35]to be bent born some sort of law man,[00:44.83]With the poise of an intellectual[00:45.65][00:46.41]and hunch of a clerk,[00:47.67]And disposition of a saint[00:48.96]And they’d say,[00:49.89]“he is always with cancel eye and ever correct’[00:52.62]And knowing that[00:53.26][00:54.08]Are you less[00:55.19]In the ever so complicated endeavor of a human death[00:58.70][01:01.79]There are only two species set to death on earth[01:05.62]The creature of choice[01:07.18]There are only two species set to death on earth...[01:11.58][01:12.45]There are only two species set to death on earth...[01:16.49][01:17.87]There are only two species set to death on earth...[01:21.91][01:23.22]Are you?[01:24.57][01:43.44]And supposing you was meant to be bent sole keeper[01:45.92]Of the kilometer-long list of things certain to be so.[01:49.55]The human plight right there in 1’s and 0’s.[01:52.97]And he who knows all that’s owed[01:54.88]You’d think would be considerably more fearless,[01:57.72]Unless, of course, he feels this[01:59.83]Heat of something coming to adjust his[02:02.32]Eminence accordingly[02:04.75]To go on stealing poems,[02:06.65]From the homed armed with only a key comb[02:09.15]Letter opener carved from bone wish,[02:11.88]With which to pick[02:13.15]The simple levers of locks[02:14.53]To fly things well beyond the sky of your clock.[02:19.94][02:31.04]Your blood owns no bones,[02:32.69]With mailmen in your home[02:34.80]Holding a knife to your poems[02:37.56][02:38.14]To hollow all you’re sown[02:39.65]And holler ‘goner, you’re owned.’[02:41.07]Your blood owns no bones,[02:43.45]With mailmen in your home[02:45.37]Holding a knife to your poems[02:48.39][02:48.99]To hollow all you’re sown[02:50.23]And holler ‘goner, you’re owned.’[02:53.71][02:59.94]陈先生 QQ：1552195557 

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