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[00:00.000] 作词 : Jim Steinman[00:00.550] 作曲 : Jim Steinman[00:01.100][01:24.560]Who needs the young[01:25.720][01:27.310]The revelation of their faces and their hair[01:31.240][01:32.400]When all we have are withered traces of the faces we once were[01:37.670][01:38.910]And suffocation in the dirty fatal air[01:42.770][01:43.830]Who needs the young bodies floating in the sun[01:47.690][01:48.760]Who needs the young[01:50.060][01:51.340]The celebration of the races that they've have won[01:55.120][01:56.230]The sado masochistic things they've never done disgusting[02:00.350][02:01.020]And all the places that we never will have gone[02:04.650][02:05.910]Who needs the young bodies floating in the sun[02:09.570][02:10.920]Who needs the young[02:12.180][02:14.410]My eyes just aren't what they were[02:16.500]My eyes just aren't what they were[02:18.310]My eyes just aren't what they were[02:20.070]Is there anyone left who can see[02:21.560]Blind him[02:22.460]My lips just aren't what they were[02:24.210]My lips just aren't what they were[02:25.810]My lips just aren't what they were[02:27.570]Is there anyone left who can kiss[02:28.940]Spit on him[02:29.560][02:31.820]My mind just isn't what it was[02:33.600]My mind just isn't what it was[02:35.270]My mind just isn't what it was[02:37.050]Is there anyone left who can dream[02:38.530]Wake him[02:39.010][02:41.180]My legs just aren't what they were[02:43.000]My legs just aren't what they were[02:44.570]My legs just aren't what they were[02:46.330]Is there anyone left who can dance[02:47.840]Cripple him[02:48.220][02:50.550]My voice just isn't what it was[02:52.200]My voice just isn't what it was[02:53.640]My voice just isn't what it was[02:55.440]Is there anyone left who can sing[02:56.900]Silence him[02:58.310][03:02.740]My *** just isn't what is was[03:04.420]My *** just isn't what is was[03:06.080]My *** just isn't what is was[03:07.990]Is there anyone left who can ****[03:09.900]Screw them[03:10.770][03:57.860]Who needs the young[03:59.590][04:01.530]The perfect star of flesh that never has to cry[04:06.400][04:08.110]Who needs the filthy morning passed from thigh to thigh[04:12.850][04:14.460]Who needs the self appointed prophets waving banners in the bloodshot sky[04:23.090][04:24.450]Who needs the young when we're spending[04:27.500]All the rest of our wonderful lives learning to die