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A Rainy Night in Soho - Damien Dempsey/John Sheahan.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作词 : Damien Dempsey/Patrick Jude
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Damien Dempsey/Patrick Jude
[00:37.07]I've been loving you a long time
[00:46.19]Down all the years, down all the days
[00:55.71]And I've cried for all your troubles
[01:05.21]Smiled at your funny little ways
[01:14.49]We watched our friends grow up together
[01:24.86]And we saw them as they fell
[01:34.19]Some of them fell into Heaven
[01:43.86]Some of them fell into Hell
[01:53.35]I took shelter from a shower
[02:02.82]And I fell into your arms
[02:12.47]On a rainy night in Soho
[02:22.26]The wind was whistling all its charms
[02:31.94]I sang you all my sorrows
[02:41.82]And you told me all your joys
[02:50.76]Whatever happened to that old song
[03:00.66]To all those little girls and boys
[03:07.61]Those little girls and boys
[03:29.80]Sometimes I wake up in the morning
[03:39.80]The ginger lady by my bed
[03:49.96]Covered in a cloak of silence
[03:59.43]I hear you talking in my head
[04:08.90]I'm not singing for the future
[04:18.91]I'm not dreaming of the past
[04:28.85]I'm not talking of the first time
[04:38.17]I never dream about the last
[04:47.88]Now the song is nearly over
[04:57.12]We may never find out what it means
[05:07.03]Still there's a light I hold before me
[05:16.78]You're the measure of my dreams
[05:23.02]You're the measure of my dreams
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作词 : Damien Dempsey/Patrick Jude
作曲 : Damien Dempsey/Patrick Jude
I've been loving you a long time
Down all the years, down all the days
And I've cried for all your troubles
Smiled at your funny little ways
We watched our friends grow up together
And we saw them as they fell
Some of them fell into Heaven
Some of them fell into Hell
I took shelter from a shower
And I fell into your arms
On a rainy night in Soho
The wind was whistling all its charms
I sang you all my sorrows
And you told me all your joys
Whatever happened to that old song
To all those little girls and boys
Those little girls and boys
Sometimes I wake up in the morning
The ginger lady by my bed
Covered in a cloak of silence
I hear you talking in my head
I'm not singing for the future
I'm not dreaming of the past
I'm not talking of the first time
I never dream about the last
Now the song is nearly over
We may never find out what it means
Still there's a light I hold before me
You're the measure of my dreams
You're the measure of my dreams