Merman (from No Boundaries: A Benefit For The Kosovar Refugees)
by Tori Amos
Go to bed, the priests are dead
Now no one can call you back
Go to bed, the priests are dead
Finally you're on peppermint at last
He's a merman
He doesn't need your voice
He's a merman
Go to bed, dream instead
And you will find him
He's a merman to the knee
Doesn't need something you're not willing to give
He's a merman
Doesn't need your voice to cross his lands of ice
Go to bed, the priests are dead
Now no one can call you back
Go to bed, the priests are dead
Finally you found out
Who could ever say you're not simply wonderful
Who could ever harm you
Sleep now
You're my little God
Go to bed, the priests are dead
Go and sing it all again
Go to bed, past the apple orchard
And you'll feel nice
Two can play
I said, two can play
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永遠都記得你離去的那天清晨 你無聲無息地從我的枕邊離去
你選擇回到那擁有你靈魂的人的身邊 而我 只能再回到那段令我恐懼的歲月
我連忙跑到海邊 哭喊著「請別離開我」
悲傷的淚水不斷的從我的眼中流出 無奈的我只願大海能帶走我心中的傷痛
但只見一陣陣的潮水打在岸邊 彷彿悲傷又再一陣陣的湧上心頭
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