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St. Robinson In His Cadillac Dream - Counting Crows (数乌鸦)
Staring out of his window
As the world rushes by
Arthur Robinson closes
The glass and replies
I dream of ballerinas
And I don't know why
But i've seen cadillacs sailing
And I was born on the shores
Of the chesapeake bay
But maryland
And virginia have faded away
And I keep thinking tomorrow
Is coming today
So I am endlessly waiting
And the comet is coming between
Me and the girl
Who could make it all clean
Out there in the shadow
Of the modern machine
Walks st Robinson in his cadillac dream
Carrie's down in her basement
All toe shoes and twin
With the girl in the mirror
Who spins when she spins
From where you think
You'll end up to state that you're in
Your reflection approaches
And then recedes again
But the comet is coming between
Me and the girl
Who could make it all clean
Out there in the shadow
Of the modern machines
Walks st Robinson in his cadillac dream
Well i have dreamed of a black car
That shimmers and drives
Down the length of the evening
To the carnival side
In a house
Where regret is a carousel ride
We are spinning and spinning
And spinning and now
There's a hole in the ceiling down
Through which i fell
There is a girl in a basement
Coming out of her shell
There are people
Who will say that they knew me so well
Hey I may not go to heaven
But I hope that you go to hell
The comet is coming between
Me and the girl
Who could make it all clean
And there in the shadows
Of modern machines
Walks st robinson in his cadillac dream
In his dream
St Robinson in his dream
Some people are never quite
What they seem
Come on baby come on darling come on
Let's just get into my car and drive
Come on get into my car and drive
She says I always do the same things
Over and over
