Riding To Vanity Fair-Paul McCartney

[ti:Riding To Vanity Fair] [ar:Paul McCartney] [al:Chaos And Creation In The Backyard] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Riding To Vanity Fair - Paul McCartney (保罗·麦卡特尼) [00:13.01]Written by：Paul McCartney [00:26.03]I bit my tongue [00:28.04]I never talked too much [00:30.03]I tried to be so strong [00:34.24]I did my best [00:36.33]I used the gentle touch [00:38.37]I've done it for so long [00:42.61]You put me down [00:44.48]But I can laugh it off [00:46.64]And act like nothing's wrong [00:50.77]But why pretend [00:52.81]I think I've heard enough [00:54.98]Of your familiar song [00:59.33]I tell you what I'm going to do [01:03.26]I'll try to take my mind off you [01:07.42]And now that you don't need my help [01:11.64]I'll use the time to think about myself [01:29.00]Mmmm [01:37.25]You're not aware [01:39.19]Of what you put me through [01:41.19]But now the feeling's gone [01:45.42]But I don't mind [01:47.47]Do what you have to do [01:49.60]You don't fool anyone [01:53.77]I'll tell you what I'm going to do [01:57.72]I'll take a different point of view [02:01.91]And now that you don't need my help [02:06.04]I'll use the time to think about myself [02:14.62]The definition of friendship [02:18.50]Apparently ought to be [02:20.07]Showing support for the one that you love [02:26.91]And I was open to friendship [02:30.36]But you didn't seem to have any to spare [02:34.79]While you were riding to vanity fair [03:00.43]There was a time [03:02.27]When every day was young [03:04.61]The sun would always shine [03:08.66]We sang along [03:10.63]When all the songs were sung [03:12.82]Believing every line [03:36.24]That's the trouble with friendship [03:39.71]For someone to feel it [03:41.18]It has to be real or it wouldn't be right [03:48.45]And I keep hoping for friendship [03:51.83]But I wouldn't dare to presume it was there [03:56.35]While you were riding to vanity fair [04:33.81]While you were riding to vanity fair [04:37.94]While you were riding to vanity fair [04:41.97]While you were riding to vanity fair