- Liz Phair Crater Lake 歌词
- Liz Phair
- Once you've left
a lonely rage on its own
it grows
And dynamite stuffed
in a mailbox doesn't smoke
until it blows
And oh, all the tears
In four tiny years
Well look at me
I'm frightening my friends
You better roll me
I bought a map of the moon
There's a crater with my name on it
and a really good view
There I was
getting drunk in your room
Because I wanted to
throw my weight around
And oh, all the tears
In four tiny years
Oh look at me
I'm frightening my friends
You better roll me home
You better roll me home
You better roll me home
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