| 作曲 : Finch, Jones | |
| Running to the station | |
| And you're feeling just like | |
| Ray Liotta | |
| Eyes are blacker than your shades | |
| You're wearing pretty thin | |
| Tearing through the crowd ' | |
| Cause you won't wait | |
| And you can't face a weekend | |
| Staring at the ceiling | |
| The walls are closing in | |
| Life's too slow | |
| So you run away | |
| And you know | |
| Life's too slow | |
| Turn into the market | |
| And you catch him on the stairs | |
| Man, you kept me waiting | |
| And it's giving me the fear | |
| He takes you 'round the corner | |
| And he passes you the gear | |
| You bitch about the money | |
| He says that's the cost of living | |
| And life's too slow | |
| I'll have you run away | |
| And you know | |
| You can run away | |
| Back into the open | |
| And you're feeling kind of nervous | |
| Wanna get there quick | |
| So get a cab | |
| Rushing for the door | |
| It seems you're never gonna get there | |
| Now you're sitting again without your friend | |
| You're looking in the mirror but it's not at your reflection | |
| And a hit between the eyes starts your weekend | |
| You're looking in the mirror but it's not at your reflection | |
| And a hit between the eyes starts your weekend |
| zuo qu : Finch, Jones | |
| Running to the station | |
| And you' re feeling just like | |
| Ray Liotta | |
| Eyes are blacker than your shades | |
| You' re wearing pretty thin | |
| Tearing through the crowd ' | |
| Cause you won' t wait | |
| And you can' t face a weekend | |
| Staring at the ceiling | |
| The walls are closing in | |
| Life' s too slow | |
| So you run away | |
| And you know | |
| Life' s too slow | |
| Turn into the market | |
| And you catch him on the stairs | |
| Man, you kept me waiting | |
| And it' s giving me the fear | |
| He takes you ' round the corner | |
| And he passes you the gear | |
| You bitch about the money | |
| He says that' s the cost of living | |
| And life' s too slow | |
| I' ll have you run away | |
| And you know | |
| You can run away | |
| Back into the open | |
| And you' re feeling kind of nervous | |
| Wanna get there quick | |
| So get a cab | |
| Rushing for the door | |
| It seems you' re never gonna get there | |
| Now you' re sitting again without your friend | |
| You' re looking in the mirror but it' s not at your reflection | |
| And a hit between the eyes starts your weekend | |
| You' re looking in the mirror but it' s not at your reflection | |
| And a hit between the eyes starts your weekend |
| zuò qǔ : Finch, Jones | |
| Running to the station | |
| And you' re feeling just like | |
| Ray Liotta | |
| Eyes are blacker than your shades | |
| You' re wearing pretty thin | |
| Tearing through the crowd ' | |
| Cause you won' t wait | |
| And you can' t face a weekend | |
| Staring at the ceiling | |
| The walls are closing in | |
| Life' s too slow | |
| So you run away | |
| And you know | |
| Life' s too slow | |
| Turn into the market | |
| And you catch him on the stairs | |
| Man, you kept me waiting | |
| And it' s giving me the fear | |
| He takes you ' round the corner | |
| And he passes you the gear | |
| You bitch about the money | |
| He says that' s the cost of living | |
| And life' s too slow | |
| I' ll have you run away | |
| And you know | |
| You can run away | |
| Back into the open | |
| And you' re feeling kind of nervous | |
| Wanna get there quick | |
| So get a cab | |
| Rushing for the door | |
| It seems you' re never gonna get there | |
| Now you' re sitting again without your friend | |
| You' re looking in the mirror but it' s not at your reflection | |
| And a hit between the eyes starts your weekend | |
| You' re looking in the mirror but it' s not at your reflection | |
| And a hit between the eyes starts your weekend |
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