《Music Weaver》LRC歌词下载

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I'm a long way from you, 
I'm a long way from home. 
And who cares for the feeling 
Of being alone? 
The notes and the words 
They will always unfold 
And I'm left with a manuscript 
That will grow old 
And the secrets all told anyway. 
So the song it is yours, 
And the song it is mine. 
And a cold wind it blows 
Through good fortunes of time. 
The hobo he leaves 
When the going is bad 
And the music he weaves 
Is so gentle and sad. 
But freedom he has anyway.