Bullhorn
歌词
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作词 : Tad |
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How can it be this |
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This and only this |
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Hunger destroys me |
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And picks bones clean |
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How can it be this |
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This and only this |
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That separates me |
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From a monkey |
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I'm not buying |
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All this lying |
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How can it be this |
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This and only this |
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My conscience keeps me |
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From a bad way |
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How can it be this |
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This and only this |
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That separates me |
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From a monkey |
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Put my hand in a club |
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Then a shotgun |
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Trade it in for a knife |
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Sharpen every night |
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I'm not buying |
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All this lying |
拼音
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zuò cí : Tad |
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How can it be this |
|
This and only this |
|
Hunger destroys me |
|
And picks bones clean |
|
How can it be this |
|
This and only this |
|
That separates me |
|
From a monkey |
|
I' m not buying |
|
All this lying |
|
How can it be this |
|
This and only this |
|
My conscience keeps me |
|
From a bad way |
|
How can it be this |
|
This and only this |
|
That separates me |
|
From a monkey |
|
Put my hand in a club |
|
Then a shotgun |
|
Trade it in for a knife |
|
Sharpen every night |
|
I' m not buying |
|
All this lying |