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[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com[00:17.47]It's the demolition derby
[00:21.46]It's the sport of the hunt
[00:26.13]Proud tribe in full war-dance
[00:27.49]It's the slow smile that the bully gives the runt
[00:34.28]It's the force of inertia
[00:38.46]It's the lack of constraint
[00:42.64]It's the children out playing in the rock garden
[00:46.26]All dolled-up in black hats and war paint
[00:51.68]Sometimes it feels like bars of steel
[00:54.76]I cannot bend with my hands
[01:03.34]Oh - I worry too much
[01:07.61]Somebody told me that I worry too much
[01:41.71]It's these sandpaper eyes
[01:46.02]It's the way they rub the luster from what is seen
[01:51.19]It's the way we tell ourselves that all these things are normal
[01:54.43]Till we can't remember what we mean
[01:59.08]It's the flicker of our flames
[02:02.42]It's the friction born of living
[02:06.67]It's the way we beat a hot retreat
[02:10.41]And heave our smoking guns into the river
[02:15.82]Sometimes it feels like bars of steel
[02:19.03]I cannot bend with my hands
[02:26.53]Oh - I worry too much
[02:28.46]Somebody told me that I worry too much
[03:05.84]It's the quick-step march of history
[03:10.15]The vanity of nations
[03:14.03]It's the way there'll be no muffled drums
[03:16.89]To mark the passage of my generation
[03:22.49]It's the children of my children
[03:26.75]It's the lambs born in innocence
[03:31.20]It's wondering if the good I know
[03:33.77]Will last to be seen by the eyes of the little ones