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歌手名：bright eyes
歌曲名：haligh, haligh, a lie, haligh
专辑名：Fevers and Mirrors
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Haligh, Haligh, A Lie, Haligh
bright eyes
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The phone slips from a loose grip.
Words were missed then some apology
like I didn＇t want to tell you this it＇s just some guys
she has been hanging out with
oh I don＇t know the past couple of weeks I guess.
Thank you and hang up the phone.
Let the funeral start.
Hear the casket close.
Let＇s pin split-black ribbon onto your overcoat.
Still laughter pours from under doors in this house.
I don＇t understand that sound no more.
It seems artificial like a T.V. set.
Haligh, Haligh,Haligh, Haligh
this weight it must be satisfied.
You offer only one reply.
You know not what you do.
But you tear and tear your hair from roots.
From that same head you have twice removed
a lock of hair you said would prove
our love would never die.
Well ha ha ha.
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But I remember everything
the words we spoke on freezing South street.
And all those morning watching you
get ready for school.
You combed your hair inside that mirror.
The one you painted blue and glued with jewelry tears.
Something about those bright colors
always made you feel better.
but now we speak with ruined tongues
and the words we say aren＇t＇ meant for anyone.
It＇s just a mumbled sentence to
a passing acquaintance,
but there was once
you said you hated my suffering
and you understood
and you＇d take care of me.
You would always be there,
well where are you now?
Haligh, Haligh, Haligh, Haligh,
the plans were never finalized
but left to hang like yarn and twice
dangling before my eyes.
As you tear and tear your hair from roots,
from that same head that you have twice removed
a lock of hair you said would prove
that our love would never die.
As I sing and sing of awful things,
the pleasure that my sadness brings
as my fingers press onto the strings
you get another clumsy chord.
Haligh, Haligh,
an awful lie.
This weight will now be satisfied.
I will give you only one reply,
I know not who I am
but I talk in the mirror
to the stranger that appears.
Our conversations are circles
and always one sided,
nothing is clear.
Except we keep coming back
to this meaning that I lack.
He says the choices were given
and now you must live them or just not live,
but do you want that?