Thursday - Turnpike Divides歌词
下载《Turnpike Divides文本歌词》Thursday - "Turnpike Divides"
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There''s a thousand black cars
Driving around in my blood stream
I''d have to take a thousand pills
To find out where their headlights lead.
Is it cold New York?
Is it freezing in your bed?
Because I caught a deep chill
When I went over the Hudson again.
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It''s alright, counting city lights,
Where the Turnpike divides,
Waving goodbye to my former life.
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I don''t want to be a self-medicator
But it''s hard to sleep when you''re born to run.
I''m sick of living life in the Garden State Trap
But all the roads are pointing home again.
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Holy Cross has got a headstone all picked out for me
And my only job is to walk around
until I fall down at its feet.
Maybe home is just the place you can never escape:
From the Camden City graves
to the edge of the Palisades
.
It''s alright, counting city lights,
Where the Turnpike divides,
Waving goodbye to my former life.
.
I don''t want to be a self-medicator
But it''s hard to sleep when you''re born to run.
I''m sick of living life in the Garden State Trap
But all the roads are pointing home again.
.
And I''ll be counting the city lights
Blinking on and off tonight as life passes by
And I''m left behind, standing on the shoulder
of the Jersey Turnpike.
Buildings seem to rise like coffins full
of stars getting buried in the sky.
You want to laugh and dance,
to be free? Well, alright
.
I''ve been thinking
about those days I wanted to sleep
And you''d wake me up just before you''d leave
And I''d fall back into a dream:
Walking in fresh city snow
that you''d never seen
.
There''s a thousand black cars
Driving around in my blood stream
I''d have to take a thousand pills
To find out where their headlights lead.
Is it cold New York?
Is it freezing in your bed?
Because I caught a deep chill
When I went over the Hudson again.
.
It''s alright, counting city lights,
Where the Turnpike divides,
Waving goodbye to my former life.
.
I don''t want to be a self-medicator
But it''s hard to sleep when you''re born to run.
I''m sick of living life in the Garden State Trap
But all the roads are pointing home again.
.
Holy Cross has got a headstone all picked out for me
And my only job is to walk around
until I fall down at its feet.
Maybe home is just the place you can never escape:
From the Camden City graves
to the edge of the Palisades
.
It''s alright, counting city lights,
Where the Turnpike divides,
Waving goodbye to my former life.
.
I don''t want to be a self-medicator
But it''s hard to sleep when you''re born to run.
I''m sick of living life in the Garden State Trap
But all the roads are pointing home again.
.
And I''ll be counting the city lights
Blinking on and off tonight as life passes by
And I''m left behind, standing on the shoulder
of the Jersey Turnpike.
Buildings seem to rise like coffins full
of stars getting buried in the sky.
You want to laugh and dance,
to be free? Well, alright
.
I''ve been thinking
about those days I wanted to sleep
And you''d wake me up just before you''d leave
And I''d fall back into a dream:
Walking in fresh city snow
that you''d never seen
Turnpike DividesLRC歌词
下载《Turnpike DividesLRC歌词》[00:00.00] [00:00.41]Thursday - "Turnpike Divides" [00:08.56]. [00:16.93]There''s a thousand black cars [00:19.18]Driving around in my blood stream [00:21.87]I''d have to take a thousand pills [00:24.12]To find out where their headlights lead. [00:27.06]Is it cold New York? [00:29.31]Is it freezing in your bed? [00:32.25]Because I caught a deep chill [00:34.12]When I went over the Hudson again. [00:36.81]. [00:37.44]It''s alright, counting city lights, [00:42.88]Where the Turnpike divides, [00:44.94]Waving goodbye to my former life. [00:46.69]. [00:47.17]I don''t want to be a self-medicator [00:49.55]But it''s hard to sleep when you''re born to run. [00:52.17]I''m sick of living life in the Garden State Trap [00:54.42]But all the roads are pointing home again. [00:58.86]. [01:07.92]Holy Cross has got a headstone all picked out for me [01:13.11]And my only job is to walk around [01:15.48]until I fall down at its feet. [01:17.98]Maybe home is just the place you can never escape: [01:23.05]From the Camden City graves [01:25.74]to the edge of the Palisades [01:27.74]. [01:28.67]It''s alright, counting city lights, [01:33.61]Where the Turnpike divides, [01:35.68]Waving goodbye to my former life. [01:37.23]. [01:37.48]I don''t want to be a self-medicator [01:40.17]But it''s hard to sleep when you''re born to run. [01:42.36]I''m sick of living life in the Garden State Trap [01:45.05]But all the roads are pointing home again. [01:50.24]. [02:02.33]And I''ll be counting the city lights [02:05.28]Blinking on and off tonight as life passes by [02:11.66]And I''m left behind, standing on the shoulder [02:15.65]of the Jersey Turnpike. [02:19.40]Buildings seem to rise like coffins full [02:23.91]of stars getting buried in the sky. [02:26.84]You want to laugh and dance, [02:29.34]to be free? Well, alright [02:36.03]. [02:38.65] [02:54.78]I''ve been thinking [02:58.66]about those days I wanted to sleep [03:03.03]And you''d wake me up just before you''d leave [03:09.72]And I''d fall back into a dream: [03:17.16]Walking in fresh city snow [03:20.78]that you''d never seen [03:23.03]And I''d never leave your side.