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Paper Rounds歌词完整版
Searching for you
On a roundabout surface
But I'm learning more
About us in disappearance
Throwing the news
On the ground
Like a paper round
Like I'm sixteen
It's my weekly job
And I've got nothing left to do
But you know this isn't love
It's just a wish list
So why would you print it
Lousy journalist?
You know, this isn't
What I thought it was
Writing words
That never fit the page
Well you made it clear
I hate that you
Had that point of view
And I was just circling
Just circling the news
A need is not a feeling I found
It's what I was born with
And pictures develop no sound
But on this I hear it
Your laugh, your glance
A broken camera lens
Tinted with short-sightedness
And I find that letting
Go takes too much courage
For you artists
Romanticise love
Its loss, its distance
So why would you print it
Lousy journalist?
You know, this isn't
What I thought it was
Writing words
That don't fit the page
Well, you made it clear
I hate that you
Had that point of view
And I was just circling
Just circling the news
News
I'm circling
I'm searching around
I'm circling
I'm searching around
I'm circling
I'm searching around
Oh vége, vége
But you know this isn't love
It's just a wish list
So why would you print it
Lousy journalist?
You know, this isn't
What I thought it was
Writing words
That don't fit the page
Well you made it clear
I hate that you
Had that point of view
And I was just circling
Just searching
Circling, I'm searching
