Exiles-King Crimson

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[00:00.00]Exiles - King Crimson (克里姆森国王)
[02:23.78]Now in this faraway land
[02:29.86]Strange that the palms of my hands
[02:34.89]Should be damp with expectancy
[03:51.47]Spring and the air's turning mild
[03:57.73]City lights and the glimpse of a child
[04:02.98]Of the alleyway infantry
[04:10.44]Friends–do they know what I mean
[04:16.77]Rain and the gathering green
[04:21.85]Of an afternoon out of town
[04:30.01]Lord I had to go
[04:33.08]The trail was laid too slow behind me
[04:39.20]To face the call of fame
[04:42.37]Or make a drunkard's name for me
[04:48.30]Though now this better life
[04:52.09]Has brought a different understanding
[04:58.35]And through these endless days
[05:01.83]Shall come a broader sympathy
[05:08.08]And though I count the hours
[05:11.71]To be alone's no injury
[05:16.39]My home was a place by the sand
[05:24.06]Cliffs and a military band
[05:29.23]Blew an air of normality