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Quiet Man歌词
Regina Spektor - Man of A Thousand Faces @ 活在當下 制作 The man of a thousand faces Sits down at the table Eats a small lump of sugar And smiles at the moon like he knows her He begins his quiet ascension Without anyone's steady instruction To a place of no religion He's found a path to her likeness His words are quiet like stains are On a tablecloth washed in a river Stains that are trying to cover For each other Or at least blend in with the pattern Good is better than perfect Scrub till your fingers are bleeding And I?m crying for things I tell others to do without crying He used to go to his favorite bookstores And rip out his favorite pages And stuff 'em into his breast pockets The moon, to him, was a stranger And now he sits down at a table Without anyone's steady in