歌曲 | Duality of Man |
歌手 | Stroke 9 |
专辑 | The Last of the International Playboys |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Stroke Nine | |
That's all she wrote | |
I think that's all she said | |
Her heart's like a barren wasteland | |
In the city of the dead | |
If it's a game of love roulette | |
Can you loan me twenty bills? | |
This broken heart will end us both | |
It's the little things that kill | |
When you're | |
Going down the road | |
Hoping one day you arrive | |
The story won't write itself tonight | |
Now it's your turn to drive | |
Conversation's like a dull knife across the skin | |
And it cuts me where I live | |
I sold my soul long ago | |
And now it ain't mine to give | |
A kiss is worth a thousand words | |
So ask me if I care (Ask me if I care) | |
It's not the cracks that shook the world | |
But the seams that fixed the tears | |
There's a time I knew directions home | |
And I knew just where I'd been | |
But it's high time, love, that we grew up | |
Before the flood kicks in | |
And I'm | |
Going down the road | |
Hoping one day I arrive | |
The story won't write itself tonight | |
Now it's my turn to drive | |
Conversation's like a dull knife across the skin | |
And it cuts me where I live | |
I sold my soul long ago | |
And now it ain't mine to give | |
A host of angels won't stop the fall | |
I'm a charity case or nothing at all | |
Look around, the dark abounds | |
And I'm falling once again | |
And I'm | |
Going down the road | |
Hoping one day you arrive | |
The story won't write itself tonight | |
Now it's your turn to drive | |
Conversation's like a dull knife across the skin | |
And it cuts me where I live | |
I sold my soul long ago | |
And now it ain't mine to give | |
I sold my soul long ago | |
And now it ain't mine to give |
zuo qu : Stroke Nine | |
That' s all she wrote | |
I think that' s all she said | |
Her heart' s like a barren wasteland | |
In the city of the dead | |
If it' s a game of love roulette | |
Can you loan me twenty bills? | |
This broken heart will end us both | |
It' s the little things that kill | |
When you' re | |
Going down the road | |
Hoping one day you arrive | |
The story won' t write itself tonight | |
Now it' s your turn to drive | |
Conversation' s like a dull knife across the skin | |
And it cuts me where I live | |
I sold my soul long ago | |
And now it ain' t mine to give | |
A kiss is worth a thousand words | |
So ask me if I care Ask me if I care | |
It' s not the cracks that shook the world | |
But the seams that fixed the tears | |
There' s a time I knew directions home | |
And I knew just where I' d been | |
But it' s high time, love, that we grew up | |
Before the flood kicks in | |
And I' m | |
Going down the road | |
Hoping one day I arrive | |
The story won' t write itself tonight | |
Now it' s my turn to drive | |
Conversation' s like a dull knife across the skin | |
And it cuts me where I live | |
I sold my soul long ago | |
And now it ain' t mine to give | |
A host of angels won' t stop the fall | |
I' m a charity case or nothing at all | |
Look around, the dark abounds | |
And I' m falling once again | |
And I' m | |
Going down the road | |
Hoping one day you arrive | |
The story won' t write itself tonight | |
Now it' s your turn to drive | |
Conversation' s like a dull knife across the skin | |
And it cuts me where I live | |
I sold my soul long ago | |
And now it ain' t mine to give | |
I sold my soul long ago | |
And now it ain' t mine to give |
zuò qǔ : Stroke Nine | |
That' s all she wrote | |
I think that' s all she said | |
Her heart' s like a barren wasteland | |
In the city of the dead | |
If it' s a game of love roulette | |
Can you loan me twenty bills? | |
This broken heart will end us both | |
It' s the little things that kill | |
When you' re | |
Going down the road | |
Hoping one day you arrive | |
The story won' t write itself tonight | |
Now it' s your turn to drive | |
Conversation' s like a dull knife across the skin | |
And it cuts me where I live | |
I sold my soul long ago | |
And now it ain' t mine to give | |
A kiss is worth a thousand words | |
So ask me if I care Ask me if I care | |
It' s not the cracks that shook the world | |
But the seams that fixed the tears | |
There' s a time I knew directions home | |
And I knew just where I' d been | |
But it' s high time, love, that we grew up | |
Before the flood kicks in | |
And I' m | |
Going down the road | |
Hoping one day I arrive | |
The story won' t write itself tonight | |
Now it' s my turn to drive | |
Conversation' s like a dull knife across the skin | |
And it cuts me where I live | |
I sold my soul long ago | |
And now it ain' t mine to give | |
A host of angels won' t stop the fall | |
I' m a charity case or nothing at all | |
Look around, the dark abounds | |
And I' m falling once again | |
And I' m | |
Going down the road | |
Hoping one day you arrive | |
The story won' t write itself tonight | |
Now it' s your turn to drive | |
Conversation' s like a dull knife across the skin | |
And it cuts me where I live | |
I sold my soul long ago | |
And now it ain' t mine to give | |
I sold my soul long ago | |
And now it ain' t mine to give |