[ti:Spilt Needles]
[ar:The Shins]
[al:Wincing The Night Away]

[00:04.00]The Shins - Spilt Needles
[00:06.00]☆ 沉醉寒風 制
[00:20.73]I've done myself an impossible crime,
[00:23.57]Had to paint myself a hole,
[00:26.54]And fall inside,
[00:28.17]If it's far enough in sight and rhyme,
[00:31.30]I get to wear another dress,
[00:34.17]And count in time,
[00:35.95]Oh, won't you do me the favor, man,
[00:40.35]Of a giving mind,
[00:43.73]A polymorphing opinion here,
[00:48.35]And your vague outline,
[00:55.24]I'll find myself another burning gate,
[01:04.51]A pretty face, a vague idea I can't relate,
[01:08.98]And this is get what you get for pulling pins,
[01:12.54]Out of the hole,
[01:15.45]Inside the hole you're in,
[01:17.08]It's like I'm pressed on the handle bars,
[01:21.33]Of a blind man's bike,
[01:25.26]No straws to grab, just the rushing wind,
[01:29.48]On the rolling mind,
[01:33.92]
[02:13.33]They want you to decide,
[02:17.82]Eventually, it happens,
[02:21.51]Some gather on one side,
[02:25.57]With all their pearly snapping,
[02:29.38]They close the basement door,
[02:33.48]It sets our teeth to chatter,
[02:37.30]You never saw it before,
[02:41.55]But now that hardly matters,
[02:46.14]You're old enough, boy,
[02:49.11]Too many summers you've enjoyed,
[02:52.85]So spin the wheel,
[02:54.85]We'll set you up with some odd convictions,
[02:59.23]Because you're finally golden, boy
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