| 作词 : Jacobs, Miguel, Saller ... | |
| So unaffectionate, so insecure | |
| You claim to know a thing or two about heartache | |
| And what it's like to have your insides pulled out | |
| And I believe you | |
| I see it every time | |
| Your pallbearer's pallor is obscured by the darkness (the darkness) | |
| Dancing across your face (across your face) | |
| And when the blackness veils your eyes in pain | |
| I know what it's like when memories make you whine | |
| And love letters read like obituaries | |
| And photo albums are books of the dead | |
| I need no reminders (no more reminders) | |
| I'll forget the past and lay it to rest | |
| If I had my way I'd cut | |
| The calluses off your, off your breaking heart | |
| If I could get past the sternum | |
| Cauterize those wounds with | |
| Every kiss I could give to you | |
| I'm holding your heart in my hands | |
| The reason it still beats | |
| Am I being too cryptic? | |
| Am I being too obscure? | |
| Am I being too cryptic? | |
| Am I being too obscure? | |
| And love kills, romance is dead | |
| And I don't even trust myself | |
| But I love you | |
| And you can pull my wings apart | |
| And pin me down under glass | |
| Until the end of days | |
| If it can help you | |
| Discover that we share the same pain | |
| I just hope you write your thesis | |
| Before your subject is dead | |
| No life after death | |
| If I had my way I'd cut | |
| The calluses off your, off your breaking heart | |
| If I could get past the sternum | |
| Cauterize those wounds with | |
| Every kiss I could give to you | |
| I'm holding your heart in my hands | |
| The reason it still beats | |
| If I had my way I'd cut | |
| The calluses off your, off your breaking heart | |
| If I could get past the sternum | |
| Cauterize those wounds with | |
| Every kiss I could give to you | |
| I'm holding your heart in my hands | |
| The reason it still beats |
| zuo ci : Jacobs, Miguel, Saller ... | |
| So unaffectionate, so insecure | |
| You claim to know a thing or two about heartache | |
| And what it' s like to have your insides pulled out | |
| And I believe you | |
| I see it every time | |
| Your pallbearer' s pallor is obscured by the darkness the darkness | |
| Dancing across your face across your face | |
| And when the blackness veils your eyes in pain | |
| I know what it' s like when memories make you whine | |
| And love letters read like obituaries | |
| And photo albums are books of the dead | |
| I need no reminders no more reminders | |
| I' ll forget the past and lay it to rest | |
| If I had my way I' d cut | |
| The calluses off your, off your breaking heart | |
| If I could get past the sternum | |
| Cauterize those wounds with | |
| Every kiss I could give to you | |
| I' m holding your heart in my hands | |
| The reason it still beats | |
| Am I being too cryptic? | |
| Am I being too obscure? | |
| Am I being too cryptic? | |
| Am I being too obscure? | |
| And love kills, romance is dead | |
| And I don' t even trust myself | |
| But I love you | |
| And you can pull my wings apart | |
| And pin me down under glass | |
| Until the end of days | |
| If it can help you | |
| Discover that we share the same pain | |
| I just hope you write your thesis | |
| Before your subject is dead | |
| No life after death | |
| If I had my way I' d cut | |
| The calluses off your, off your breaking heart | |
| If I could get past the sternum | |
| Cauterize those wounds with | |
| Every kiss I could give to you | |
| I' m holding your heart in my hands | |
| The reason it still beats | |
| If I had my way I' d cut | |
| The calluses off your, off your breaking heart | |
| If I could get past the sternum | |
| Cauterize those wounds with | |
| Every kiss I could give to you | |
| I' m holding your heart in my hands | |
| The reason it still beats |
| zuò cí : Jacobs, Miguel, Saller ... | |
| So unaffectionate, so insecure | |
| You claim to know a thing or two about heartache | |
| And what it' s like to have your insides pulled out | |
| And I believe you | |
| I see it every time | |
| Your pallbearer' s pallor is obscured by the darkness the darkness | |
| Dancing across your face across your face | |
| And when the blackness veils your eyes in pain | |
| I know what it' s like when memories make you whine | |
| And love letters read like obituaries | |
| And photo albums are books of the dead | |
| I need no reminders no more reminders | |
| I' ll forget the past and lay it to rest | |
| If I had my way I' d cut | |
| The calluses off your, off your breaking heart | |
| If I could get past the sternum | |
| Cauterize those wounds with | |
| Every kiss I could give to you | |
| I' m holding your heart in my hands | |
| The reason it still beats | |
| Am I being too cryptic? | |
| Am I being too obscure? | |
| Am I being too cryptic? | |
| Am I being too obscure? | |
| And love kills, romance is dead | |
| And I don' t even trust myself | |
| But I love you | |
| And you can pull my wings apart | |
| And pin me down under glass | |
| Until the end of days | |
| If it can help you | |
| Discover that we share the same pain | |
| I just hope you write your thesis | |
| Before your subject is dead | |
| No life after death | |
| If I had my way I' d cut | |
| The calluses off your, off your breaking heart | |
| If I could get past the sternum | |
| Cauterize those wounds with | |
| Every kiss I could give to you | |
| I' m holding your heart in my hands | |
| The reason it still beats | |
| If I had my way I' d cut | |
| The calluses off your, off your breaking heart | |
| If I could get past the sternum | |
| Cauterize those wounds with | |
| Every kiss I could give to you | |
| I' m holding your heart in my hands | |
| The reason it still beats |
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