- 歌詞
- アルバムリスト
The A-Sides
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Great American Novelist
By the end of the day I'll have nothing to say Rustling like leaves on the old highway You looked like the sun so I had to look away
I'll move in pages again, symphonies to amend Traded in my dialogues for paper and pen Living in crisp manuscripts till the end
You drove me to this, the great American novelist Fictionally you fly Pan American lines Seat belt signs are blinking now in perfect time Your oxygen mask swaying from side to side
You drove me to this, the great American novelist And I'm writing it all down so it won't follow me around anymore I'm falling off the map and never coming back again But this is my novel
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