笨小笨Fear Of Fond Farewells (Acoustic Version)歌词由Subterranean Street Society演唱，出自专辑《Fado (Explicit)》，下面是《Fear Of Fond Farewells (Acoustic Version)》完整版歌词！
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So I Jumped on A Freight train, with my Kerouac and Cassidy songs
You’re on the road writing new ones
About the mess of moving on
A prison guard turned into a con
Checking my wifi mail in the fear of fond farewells
There is still space left for you to write
On my white page moleskine
A blues singer In too much pain to sing
Mama still said “Son the end always begins”
That’s when I could tell I feared the fond farewells
My little velvet folk femme fatale
With your tongue tune to tales
You were streaming through my tracks of doubtful dedications
That now got so derailed
As my baby blue eyes turn pale I see the fond farewells
You headed west to catch the other half
Of your duo that also wrote with no name
I headed south while your were at your Piccadilly circus
Where thoughts of me grew tame
These songs won't break the spell still fear for fond farewells
Like Hank W and his lovesick blues
Wearing his cowboy hat and Spanish leather boots
He reunited a whole nation
Who would have their care radio tuned
To their fear of fond farewells
So babe these quotes on quotes that im stealing from songs
Yours mine and timeless ones
Or let's get lost
Even Chet Baker would fear his fond farewells
Summer morning at your rooftop terrace of your childhood home
Are now stacked in my library of bootleg memories
Always up for loan
We kissed underneath mr vondels poem and then you took me back to his church street
Where the morning bell would mark a year of fond farewells
Your cautious coffea routine centered around your self imported berlin beans
You claim that boils and burns are so obscene, my romance with the perculator blew off steam
The italian holy grail wont fear for fond farewells
So when you gave me this notebook
To me who is now in the prime of my youth
Did you still think that I would write about her
Or was it that you secretly knew
That my pencils thought
Only thought was you
In my beatnik trails, there is only fond farewells
