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[by:天琴实验室AI生成v1.0]
[00:00.000]作词: Sullivan
[00:22.440]I woke still half-dreaming I was falling out of the trees
[00:26.040]and tumbling down into the sky
[00:34.800]It's cold, so cold sometime before dawn
[00:38.460]searching for a light and reaching round for my clothes
[00:48.930]That we believe, so must call, rise
[00:52.470]The convoys roll into the coming daylight
[00:56.010]Let it not be said that everything must die
[00:59.130]without some mark being made of its passing
[01:07.860]Ch: As if all the world should now hold its breath
[01:15.630]These are the days that we'll recall
[01:19.170]when the masks are off the faces
[01:20.580]and there's something to fight for
[01:23.040]All the lines drawn down in the Soul
[01:26.010]You can let your anger burn crazy
[01:56.190]There's talking-drums echoed down towards the Kennet Canal
[02:00.060]and wood-smoke sweet on the air
[02:08.370]And the Yellow Jackets stand with the Thick Blue Line
[02:12.180]backs to the woods in the fresh thin carpet of snow
[02:22.920]Snelsmore Wood, The Chase, Enbourne Road
[02:25.950]Reddings Copse, Tothill down through Andover Grove
[02:29.670]Let it not be said that everything must die
[02:32.760]without some mark being made of its passing
[02:41.550]Ch: As if all the world should now hold its breath. . .