在手机上保存，获得更好体验
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Akron
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon
In the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
That is wrong and is right
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Akron
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon
In the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
That is wrong and is right
He'll never ever fight over you
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Akron
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon
In the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
That is wrong and is right
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Akron
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon
In the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
That is wrong and is right
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Akron
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon
In the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
That is wrong and is right
He'll never ever fight over you
