1989 - Portugal. The Man
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I was born in 1989
我出生于1989年
All we could do
我们能做的一切
No shakes or coughs or burst relief
没有颤抖没有咳嗽也没有爆发
Or lists of all the things
也没有列出所有东西
Just minutes
几分钟就好
Making minds
冥思苦想
I was born in 1989
我出生于1989年
All we could do
我们能做的一切
But the making never made
可我从未付诸行动
The comers never came
来者不拒
But I still felt that awful news
但我还是觉得那个可怕的消息
It was patience that we had
我们有耐心
And the miles that we had left
我们之间的距离
That held us there
将我们紧紧束缚
Until we could let go
直到我们可以放手
I was born in 1989
我出生于1989年
Over soon
很快就结束
No moon children or people's sun
没有月亮孩子也没有人类的太阳
No ringing in my ears
我的耳朵不再嗡嗡作响
When I felt that awful news
当我听到那个可怕的消息
It was patience that we had
我们有耐心
And the miles that we had left
我们之间的距离
That held us there
将我们紧紧束缚
Until we could let go
直到我们可以放手
It was patience that we had
我们有耐心
And the miles that we had left
我们之间的距离
That held us there
将我们紧紧束缚
Until we could let go
直到我们可以放手
Until we could let go
直到我们可以放手
I was born in 1989
我出生于1989年
All we could do
我们能做的一切
That never your part nobody
从来都不是你的角色
That never your part nobody
从来都不是你的角色
Die
死亡
Felt that awful news
听到了可怕的消息
It was patience that we had
我们有耐心
Miles that we had left
我们已经走了好几英里
That held us there
将我们紧紧束缚
Until we could let go
直到我们可以放手
It was patience that we had
我们有耐心
Miles that we had left
我们已经走了好几英里
That held us there
将我们紧紧束缚
Until we could let go
直到我们可以放手
Until we could let go
直到我们可以放手
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