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6 o& W: V* E: m7 u7 T5 G' F《I've Never Been To me》(未曾有自我), ^4 N9 t8 U9 W; @ X5 I
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4 @& b" w% b4 P p l. g& [+ TI've never been to me 3 f2 T) A7 k, a# e5 M歌手:Charlene 4 J2 a d$ F+ H: {4 n, p, EI've never been to me Charlene 4 e& }8 E% C1 `# R( p* e( d% C
(Ken Kirsch / Ronald Miller) / B0 z5 r& T2 g7 r) z4 t
& I- o5 d- N. j" G, `# Z) e) L7 [5 aHey lady, you, lady, cursing at your life V6 J$ C s9 l s7 @5 H% u
You're a discontented mother and a regimented wife ; {, F; z- I2 A. o y8 s/ i. V
I've no doubt you dream about the things you'll never do ' K- S5 a, @" F' f3 J
But I wish someone had talked to me like I wanna talk to you 0 P9 n" o6 x# X# d 8 _5 U3 Z! v" g3 n' Z& Q* @1 v4 L/ LI've been to Georgia and California, anywhere I could run + N7 i3 U+ G" N* ^' H* x
Took the hand of a preachman and we made love in the sun + C9 {2 ^& N' l$ E# k" B" bBut I ran out of places and friendly faces 5 d' T0 D( t; N- O" B0 w6 J$ T. QBecause I had to be free * b" T& x% q% D( K6 K
I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me $ n' ?2 X3 v H- m0 z8 [
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Please lady, please, lady, don't just walk away * U" a; |; W0 O0 V8 ~2 W2 [2 n+ H0 V
Cause I have this need to tell you why I'm all alone today ( a) j' X3 _/ X8 e$ w% D# A
I can see so much of me still living in your eyes 9 U: q% |; s8 T8 S
Won't you share a part of a weary heart ' ~" P. M* X' d6 y5 I- @: F0 {; othat has lived a million lies $ }& S2 p( S: e* J* k1 ?" _# z
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I've been to Nice and the isle of Greece / ^) `+ r$ ^! @8 \9 L8 I5 U1 u
While I sipped champagne on a yacht , f7 v$ [0 g$ r; }8 I
I moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo and showed 'em what I've got & M8 f! u/ X- f6 `: P
I've been undressed by kings : i) k z3 p* d; o. H) G
And I've seen some things that a woman ain't supposed to see 1 v1 S+ H) k+ z2 \
I've been to paradise / P. ]& X% W' \9 B- }
But I've never been to me $ f: P" l' [ Y+ H: N$ k
(spoken) % i: K' N5 M4 iHey, you know what paradise is? It's a lie 4 ~% X2 ?& S% C. ?( k% a
A fantasy we create about people and places as we'd like them to be $ s5 F; e2 V% C$ q5 r% c7 OBut you know what truth is? 0 C% {1 Q6 I! U0 p$ ^) ]
It's that little baby you're holding, $ k1 D% U7 o$ W4 f& C8 Z: C
And it's that man you fought with this morning, 1 O5 M: @4 S. d- ]* F5 c! X2 z6 ]the same one you're going to make love with tonight 3 h4 A/ M# ?* S: r: @, v9 f- }2 I
That's truth, that's love 9 M# A8 p2 C: j9 g! ^8 K
" V# l+ u9 Q' G4 ~" vSometimes I've been to crying for unborn children ' i0 N3 V3 a& C1 J, ]! b7 F
that might have made me complete 8 U& L$ a0 w; S( Y) cBut I, I took the sweet life . ^- w. \* y# M& y* Z' J6 rAnd never knew I'd be bitter from the sweet * V3 d9 ?4 a! w* DI spent my life exploring the subtle whoring $ h- [( X* M$ _! D( a$ o b
that cost too much to be free 9 y; m( f$ I6 }" {
Hey lady, I've been to paradise ; ^7 |( w8 q: @8 C4 E( o& xBut I've never been to me 9 _1 H# I* p, @* U0 ^2 n6 V