Florida的吉他谱
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Florida的歌词
I never thought I was an only one
I never had a setting in the sun
My dancing baby was a seeking gun
You had a hand and it was loneliness
And all I wanted was you, oh you
I never thought I was a special case
I may not know how good I'm anyways
It's just I love you like an only son
And if I hadn't been in Hollywood
When all I wanted was you
And all you wanted was me
And all I wanted was you
And all you wanted was me
This world is a great wiggle-effect. The clouds are wiggling. The waters are wiggling. The clouds are wiggling, bouncing. People - but people are always trying to straighten things out. You see we live in a rectangular box, all the time; everything is straightened out. Wherever you look around in nature you find things often straightened out. They’re always trying to put things in boxes. Those boxes are classified. Words are made from some boxes. But the real world is wiggly, if you can believe it. Now when you have a wiggle like a cloud, how much wiggle is a wiggle? Well you have to draw the line somewhere, so people come to sorts of agreements about, ah, how much wiggle is a wiggle, that is to say a thing. One wiggle - always reduce one wiggle into sub wiggles. Or see it as a subordinate wiggle of a bigger wiggle. But there’s no fixed rule about it.
I never had a setting in the sun
My dancing baby was a seeking gun
You had a hand and it was loneliness
And all I wanted was you, oh you
I never thought I was a special case
I may not know how good I'm anyways
It's just I love you like an only son
And if I hadn't been in Hollywood
When all I wanted was you
And all you wanted was me
And all I wanted was you
And all you wanted was me
This world is a great wiggle-effect. The clouds are wiggling. The waters are wiggling. The clouds are wiggling, bouncing. People - but people are always trying to straighten things out. You see we live in a rectangular box, all the time; everything is straightened out. Wherever you look around in nature you find things often straightened out. They’re always trying to put things in boxes. Those boxes are classified. Words are made from some boxes. But the real world is wiggly, if you can believe it. Now when you have a wiggle like a cloud, how much wiggle is a wiggle? Well you have to draw the line somewhere, so people come to sorts of agreements about, ah, how much wiggle is a wiggle, that is to say a thing. One wiggle - always reduce one wiggle into sub wiggles. Or see it as a subordinate wiggle of a bigger wiggle. But there’s no fixed rule about it.