作曲 : Willy Mason
he's just wandering, got no place to go, no place to gohe's just wandering, don't nobody know nobody knows himbut he knows the world,and his paintings show all of its charmsbut he knows the world,and his paintings show all of its charmsand when he plays guitar he don't need to be wittyhe takes all his sadness makes it sound so prettypeople close their eyes when they listenand suffer the modern world with himhe went to the doctorwho gave him perscriptions, gave him perscriptionshe lost all his friends,but kept up his rhythm, kept his rhythmhe picked up the guitarand tells it everything his tongue can't saypicked up the guitar, tells it everything his tongue can't sayand when he plays guitar he don't need to be wittyhe takes all his sadness makes it sound so prettypeople close their eyes when they listenand suffer the modern world with himhe sees the people walking bywith their skateboards and their eyesand their clothes that say, 'we're not alone'he sees the history in their facehistory that they can't eraseits to these lines that he relatesand thats how he never fretsabout the things he'll never getall he needs to know is we're not aloneand thats how he never fretsabout the things he'll never getall he needs to know iswe're not alone here......
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LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Willy Mason
[00:00.00] he's just wandering, got no place to go, no place to gohe's just wandering, don't nobody know nobody knows himbut he knows the world,and his paintings show all of its charmsbut he knows the world,and his paintings show all of its charmsand when he plays guitar he don't need to be wittyhe takes all his sadness makes it sound so prettypeople close their eyes when they listenand suffer the modern world with himhe went to the doctorwho gave him perscriptions, gave him perscriptionshe lost all his friends,but kept up his rhythm, kept his rhythmhe picked up the guitarand tells it everything his tongue can't saypicked up the guitar, tells it everything his tongue can't sayand when he plays guitar he don't need to be wittyhe takes all his sadness makes it sound so prettypeople close their eyes when they listenand suffer the modern world with himhe sees the people walking bywith their skateboards and their eyesand their clothes that say, 'we're not alone'he sees the history in their facehistory that they can't eraseits to these lines that he relatesand thats how he never fretsabout the things he'll never getall he needs to know is we're not aloneand thats how he never fretsabout the things he'll never getall he needs to know iswe're not alone here......
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纯歌词版本
作曲 : Willy Mason
he's just wandering, got no place to go, no place to gohe's just wandering, don't nobody know nobody knows himbut he knows the world,and his paintings show all of its charmsbut he knows the world,and his paintings show all of its charmsand when he plays guitar he don't need to be wittyhe takes all his sadness makes it sound so prettypeople close their eyes when they listenand suffer the modern world with himhe went to the doctorwho gave him perscriptions, gave him perscriptionshe lost all his friends,but kept up his rhythm, kept his rhythmhe picked up the guitarand tells it everything his tongue can't saypicked up the guitar, tells it everything his tongue can't sayand when he plays guitar he don't need to be wittyhe takes all his sadness makes it sound so prettypeople close their eyes when they listenand suffer the modern world with himhe sees the people walking bywith their skateboards and their eyesand their clothes that say, 'we're not alone'he sees the history in their facehistory that they can't eraseits to these lines that he relatesand thats how he never fretsabout the things he'll never getall he needs to know is we're not aloneand thats how he never fretsabout the things he'll never getall he needs to know iswe're not alone here......
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LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Willy Mason
[00:00.00] he's just wandering, got no place to go, no place to gohe's just wandering, don't nobody know nobody knows himbut he knows the world,and his paintings show all of its charmsbut he knows the world,and his paintings show all of its charmsand when he plays guitar he don't need to be wittyhe takes all his sadness makes it sound so prettypeople close their eyes when they listenand suffer the modern world with himhe went to the doctorwho gave him perscriptions, gave him perscriptionshe lost all his friends,but kept up his rhythm, kept his rhythmhe picked up the guitarand tells it everything his tongue can't saypicked up the guitar, tells it everything his tongue can't sayand when he plays guitar he don't need to be wittyhe takes all his sadness makes it sound so prettypeople close their eyes when they listenand suffer the modern world with himhe sees the people walking bywith their skateboards and their eyesand their clothes that say, 'we're not alone'he sees the history in their facehistory that they can't eraseits to these lines that he relatesand thats how he never fretsabout the things he'll never getall he needs to know is we're not aloneand thats how he never fretsabout the things he'll never getall he needs to know iswe're not alone here......