歌曲 | Sometimes At Night |
歌手 | Gorky Park |
专辑 | Gorky Park |
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作词 : Gorky Park | |
It's been a long time since I was a boy | |
Things are never gonna be the same | |
(And) I was taught to tell what's right from wrong | |
To be fair how to play the game | |
I forgot this rule cause the game's so cruel | |
My body's aching but I'm running fast | |
Cause I have to keep the pace | |
I know I can't win but I have to | |
Try to survive this human race | |
This crazy game called life | |
Sometimes at night | |
I feel like running in the other direction | |
Sometimes at night | |
I see so clearly the world's imperfections | |
The game called life | |
But in the morning | |
When the dreams are gone | |
And I join the race again | |
I try to be strong to forget the pain | |
But I know it's all in vain | |
Things stay the same | |
In the game called life | |
The game called life | |
Sometimes at night | |
I feel like running in the other direction | |
Sometimes at night | |
I see so clearly the world's imperfection | |
Sometimes at night | |
I close my eyes and see a shattered reflection | |
Sometimes at night | |
I see so clearly the world's imperfection | |
The game called life | |
Sometimes at night | |
I feel like running in the other direction | |
Sometimes at night | |
I see so clearly the world's imperfection | |
Sometimes at night | |
I close my eyes and see a shattered reflection | |
Sometimes at night | |
I see so clearly the world's imperfection |
zuo ci : Gorky Park | |
It' s been a long time since I was a boy | |
Things are never gonna be the same | |
And I was taught to tell what' s right from wrong | |
To be fair how to play the game | |
I forgot this rule cause the game' s so cruel | |
My body' s aching but I' m running fast | |
Cause I have to keep the pace | |
I know I can' t win but I have to | |
Try to survive this human race | |
This crazy game called life | |
Sometimes at night | |
I feel like running in the other direction | |
Sometimes at night | |
I see so clearly the world' s imperfections | |
The game called life | |
But in the morning | |
When the dreams are gone | |
And I join the race again | |
I try to be strong to forget the pain | |
But I know it' s all in vain | |
Things stay the same | |
In the game called life | |
The game called life | |
Sometimes at night | |
I feel like running in the other direction | |
Sometimes at night | |
I see so clearly the world' s imperfection | |
Sometimes at night | |
I close my eyes and see a shattered reflection | |
Sometimes at night | |
I see so clearly the world' s imperfection | |
The game called life | |
Sometimes at night | |
I feel like running in the other direction | |
Sometimes at night | |
I see so clearly the world' s imperfection | |
Sometimes at night | |
I close my eyes and see a shattered reflection | |
Sometimes at night | |
I see so clearly the world' s imperfection |
zuò cí : Gorky Park | |
It' s been a long time since I was a boy | |
Things are never gonna be the same | |
And I was taught to tell what' s right from wrong | |
To be fair how to play the game | |
I forgot this rule cause the game' s so cruel | |
My body' s aching but I' m running fast | |
Cause I have to keep the pace | |
I know I can' t win but I have to | |
Try to survive this human race | |
This crazy game called life | |
Sometimes at night | |
I feel like running in the other direction | |
Sometimes at night | |
I see so clearly the world' s imperfections | |
The game called life | |
But in the morning | |
When the dreams are gone | |
And I join the race again | |
I try to be strong to forget the pain | |
But I know it' s all in vain | |
Things stay the same | |
In the game called life | |
The game called life | |
Sometimes at night | |
I feel like running in the other direction | |
Sometimes at night | |
I see so clearly the world' s imperfection | |
Sometimes at night | |
I close my eyes and see a shattered reflection | |
Sometimes at night | |
I see so clearly the world' s imperfection | |
The game called life | |
Sometimes at night | |
I feel like running in the other direction | |
Sometimes at night | |
I see so clearly the world' s imperfection | |
Sometimes at night | |
I close my eyes and see a shattered reflection | |
Sometimes at night | |
I see so clearly the world' s imperfection |