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词 Lyrics:青禾寻阳\沈静好
曲 Composed:青禾寻阳\北岛初晴
【未经著作权人许可不得翻唱翻录或使用】
I traded small talk for the bass
Walked a road with no address
My jeans were torn, voice was new
I sang until the truth came through
No map inside my pocket now
I learned to sing without a crowd
The floorboards bend beneath my feet
And all my old names are obsolete
A single chair, a microphone
My heartbeat is the only tone
I don't need a name or throne
I'm the only map I own
A single chair, a microphone
My heartbeat is the only tone
I'm not waiting to be shown
I'm the voice I've always known
No map inside my pocket now
I learned to sing without a crowd
The floorboards bend beneath my feet
And all my old names are obsolete
A single chair, a microphone
My heartbeat is the only tone
I don't need a name or throne
I'm the only map I own
A single chair, a microphone
My heartbeat is the only tone
I'm not waiting to be shown
I'm the voice I've always known