[00:00.00] 作词 : David Bowie
[00:01.00] 作曲 : David Bowie
[00:20.59]Here shall we live in this terrible town
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[00:29.15]Where the price for our eyes shall squeeze them tight like a fist
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[00:38.14]And the walls shall have eyes
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[00:42.60]And the doors shall have ears
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[00:47.01]But we'll dance in the dark
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[00:51.75]And they'll play with our lives
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[00:56.16]And this slow burn
[00:59.73]Leading us on and on and on
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[01:05.03]And this slow burn
[01:08.65]Turning us round and round and round
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[01:14.22]But who are we
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[01:17.31]So small in times such as these
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[01:22.27]Slow burn
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[01:31.36]Slow burn
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[01:41.13]These are the days
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[01:44.36]These are the strangest of all
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[01:50.00]These are the nights
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[01:53.29]These are the darkest to fall
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[01:58.34]But who knows
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[02:02.27]Echoes in tenement halls
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[02:07.98]Who knows
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[02:11.20]Though the years snare them all
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[02:16.59]And this slow burn
[02:20.23]Leading us on and on and on
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[02:25.30]And this slow burn
[02:29.17]Turning us round and round and upside down
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[02:34.50]There's fear overhead
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[02:38.90]There's fear overground
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[02:42.90]Slow burn
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[02:51.73]Slow burn
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[03:01.36]And this slow burn
[03:05.02]Leading us on and on and on
[03:08.29]
[03:10.42]And this slow burn
[03:13.91]Turning us round and round and round
[03:18.22]
[03:19.36]And here are we
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[03:23.48]At the center of it all
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[03:27.20]Slow burn
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[03:36.11]Slow burn
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[03:45.09]Slow burn

作词 : David Bowie
作曲 : David Bowie
Here shall we live in this terrible town
Where the price for our eyes shall squeeze them tight like a fist
And the walls shall have eyes
And the doors shall have ears
But we'll dance in the dark
And they'll play with our lives
And this slow burn
Leading us on and on and on
And this slow burn
Turning us round and round and round
But who are we
So small in times such as these
Slow burn
Slow burn
These are the days
These are the strangest of all
These are the nights
These are the darkest to fall
But who knows
Echoes in tenement halls
Who knows
Though the years snare them all
And this slow burn
Leading us on and on and on
And this slow burn
Turning us round and round and upside down
There's fear overhead
There's fear overground
Slow burn
Slow burn
And this slow burn
Leading us on and on and on
And this slow burn
Turning us round and round and round
And here are we
At the center of it all
Slow burn
Slow burn
Slow burn