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Cleopatra in Brooklyn (布鲁克林的克莉奥帕特拉) - Frank Turner
Written By：Frank Turner
Wake up every morning and feel out of place

You put on your face

Once more with resignation

The world won't appreciate greatness today
But there's bills to be paid
So you stumble to the station

You're wearing your most imperceptible frown
These people are adjectives to your proper noun
As you wander the streets of this phony old town
It's wearing you down
And yet there you are

Like a dream in your favourite blue dress
Your hair is a mess but nevertheless

Cleopatra in Brooklyn

You casually shed poetry like your clothes
In neat little rows

On the floor of my hotel room

You never wanted to be a princess
Said you'd accept less

Holding court holed-up in your bedroom

I'd say I was Antony begging at your door
But I know that you'd laugh and just ask me what for
Then you'd roll your eyes as I fell the floor
To swear that I'm yours
And yet there you are

Like a dream in your favourite blue dress
Your hair is a mess but nevertheless

Cleopatra in Brooklyn

You wait by the Brooklyn bridge for your king to return

You wait by the Brooklyn bridge for your king to return

You wait by the Brooklyn bridge for your king to return

Then retire to your palace on Smith Street as the old rope burns
And yet there you are

Like a dream in your favourite blue dress

Your hair is a mess but nevertheless

Cleopatra in Brooklyn
Yes there you are
A glittering star
You couldn't care less who you impress
You're my thrift store princess

Cleopatra in Brooklyn
I'll come find you when your fortunes fail you
I'll die with you when the gods desert you

I'll come find you when your fortunes fail you

I'll die with you when the gods desert you