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Cathedrals - Damon Albarn (戴蒙·亚邦)
When cathedrals they sink into the sea
And the sand
The goals that are left often
They slip through the hand
When the world it's in your hand
And the old man is dead
Then our love very hard
At the park sin of that day
In my life
When the bolts of the desert
They turn to supply
Beware of the emptiness
It plays with the mind
When the goals said
And the old man is dead
When all of very hard
At the park sin of that day
In my heart
