I Light My Own Fires Now 歌词
| 歌曲 | I Light My Own Fires Now |
| 歌手 | Dashboard Confessional |
| 专辑 | The Shade Of Poison Trees |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Carrabba | |
| Slip out the back before those | |
| Handlers get too tight on you | |
| I light my own fires now | |
| I light my own fires now | |
| Slip in this town like it was | |
| Measured to fit right on you | |
| We light our own fires now | |
| We lead ourselves into the night | |
| Oh yeah, I don't think | |
| I'll be held | |
| Inside an ordinary cell | |
| Am I the escape or | |
| Am I the escape artist? | |
| I know, I know it's just a | |
| Question of details | |
| Or one of denial | |
| Could all of this trip wire | |
| Cut so easy? | |
| We'll just see | |
| Cut the alarm before the | |
| Motion sets off its sensors | |
| We move in silence now | |
| We guard our secrets with our lives | |
| We cover our tracks so we are | |
| Protected from surveillance | |
| We move in silence now | |
| We lead ourselves into the fight | |
| Into the fight, into the fight | |
| Into the fight, into the fight | |
| Into the fight, into the fight | |
| And all the saints will rise again | |
| As sons of wealthy men | |
| Tear the whole world down before our eyes | |
| And all the signs we should have read | |
| While we ignored the dead | |
| Will haunt us long after the last of us has died | |
| Slip out the back before those | |
| Handlers get too tight on you | |
| I light my own fires now | |
| I light my own fires now | |
| Slip in this town like it was | |
| Measured to fit right on you | |
| We light our own fires now | |
| We lead ourselves into the night |
| zuo qu : Carrabba | |
| Slip out the back before those | |
| Handlers get too tight on you | |
| I light my own fires now | |
| I light my own fires now | |
| Slip in this town like it was | |
| Measured to fit right on you | |
| We light our own fires now | |
| We lead ourselves into the night | |
| Oh yeah, I don' t think | |
| I' ll be held | |
| Inside an ordinary cell | |
| Am I the escape or | |
| Am I the escape artist? | |
| I know, I know it' s just a | |
| Question of details | |
| Or one of denial | |
| Could all of this trip wire | |
| Cut so easy? | |
| We' ll just see | |
| Cut the alarm before the | |
| Motion sets off its sensors | |
| We move in silence now | |
| We guard our secrets with our lives | |
| We cover our tracks so we are | |
| Protected from surveillance | |
| We move in silence now | |
| We lead ourselves into the fight | |
| Into the fight, into the fight | |
| Into the fight, into the fight | |
| Into the fight, into the fight | |
| And all the saints will rise again | |
| As sons of wealthy men | |
| Tear the whole world down before our eyes | |
| And all the signs we should have read | |
| While we ignored the dead | |
| Will haunt us long after the last of us has died | |
| Slip out the back before those | |
| Handlers get too tight on you | |
| I light my own fires now | |
| I light my own fires now | |
| Slip in this town like it was | |
| Measured to fit right on you | |
| We light our own fires now | |
| We lead ourselves into the night |
| zuò qǔ : Carrabba | |
| Slip out the back before those | |
| Handlers get too tight on you | |
| I light my own fires now | |
| I light my own fires now | |
| Slip in this town like it was | |
| Measured to fit right on you | |
| We light our own fires now | |
| We lead ourselves into the night | |
| Oh yeah, I don' t think | |
| I' ll be held | |
| Inside an ordinary cell | |
| Am I the escape or | |
| Am I the escape artist? | |
| I know, I know it' s just a | |
| Question of details | |
| Or one of denial | |
| Could all of this trip wire | |
| Cut so easy? | |
| We' ll just see | |
| Cut the alarm before the | |
| Motion sets off its sensors | |
| We move in silence now | |
| We guard our secrets with our lives | |
| We cover our tracks so we are | |
| Protected from surveillance | |
| We move in silence now | |
| We lead ourselves into the fight | |
| Into the fight, into the fight | |
| Into the fight, into the fight | |
| Into the fight, into the fight | |
| And all the saints will rise again | |
| As sons of wealthy men | |
| Tear the whole world down before our eyes | |
| And all the signs we should have read | |
| While we ignored the dead | |
| Will haunt us long after the last of us has died | |
| Slip out the back before those | |
| Handlers get too tight on you | |
| I light my own fires now | |
| I light my own fires now | |
| Slip in this town like it was | |
| Measured to fit right on you | |
| We light our own fires now | |
| We lead ourselves into the night |
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