歌曲：Man of A Thousand Faces
歌手：Regina Spektor
专辑：Far
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Regina Spektor - Man of A Thousand Faces
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The man of a thousand faces
Sits down at the table
Eats a small lump of sugar
And smiles at the moon like he knows her
He begins his quiet ascension
Without anyone's steady instruction
To a place of no religion
He's found a path to her likeness
His words are quiet like stains are
On a tablecloth washed in a river
Stains that are trying to cover
For each other
Or at least blend in with the pattern
Good is better than perfect
Scrub till your fingers are bleeding
And I?m crying for things
I tell others to do without crying
He used to go to his favorite bookstores
And rip out his favorite pages
And stuff 'em into his breast pockets
The moon, to him, was a stranger
And now he sits down at a table
Without anyone's steady instruction
Begins his quiet ascension
To a place of no religion
He's found a path to her likeness
He eats a small lump of sugar
Smiles at the moon like he knows her

Man of A Thousand Faces歌词

Regina Spektor

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[00:01.12]Regina Spektor - Man of A Thousand Faces
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[00:17.53]The man of a thousand faces
[00:24.25]Sits down at the table
[00:28.99]Eats a small lump of sugar
[00:34.45]And smiles at the moon like he knows her
[00:40.51]
[00:41.13]He begins his quiet ascension
[00:46.56]Without anyone's steady instruction
[00:52.18]To a place of no religion
[00:57.67]He's found a path to her likeness
[01:04.16]
[01:04.63]His words are quiet like stains are
[01:09.29]On a tablecloth washed in a river
[01:14.96]Stains that are trying to cover
[01:20.06]For each other
[01:22.85]Or at least blend in with the pattern
[01:26.04]
[01:30.96]Good is better than perfect
[01:35.64]Scrub till your fingers are bleeding
[01:41.54]And I?m crying for things
[01:45.71]I tell others to do without crying
[01:52.34]
[01:53.02]He used to go to his favorite bookstores
[01:58.01]And rip out his favorite pages
[02:03.73]And stuff 'em into his breast pockets
[02:08.76]The moon, to him, was a stranger
[02:13.46]
[02:15.84]And now he sits down at a table
[02:21.51]Without anyone's steady instruction
[02:27.24]Begins his quiet ascension
[02:38.65]To a place of no religion
[02:42.11]
[02:44.33]He's found a path to her likeness
[02:49.87]He eats a small lump of sugar
[02:55.30]Smiles at the moon like he knows her
[03:06.37]