| 歌曲 | If I Had Any Sense Left At All |
| 歌手 | Reba McEntire |
| 专辑 | Room To Breathe |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cochran, Collins, Dodson, Lane | |
| I can feel the darkness reaching in | |
| As I touch the place you may as well have never been | |
| Love can hurt much more than one can bear | |
| When a heart beats for someone who's not there | |
| How many times must | |
| I tell myself that you're gone? | |
| When will the rest of me wake up and see what went wrong, so wrong? | |
| And turn on the light and pick up the phone and just call | |
| And lay pride aside, if | |
| I had any sense left at all | |
| Voices call that only | |
| I can hear | |
| Who would have thought love was something | |
| I would fear | |
| Almost home, almost there, almost taste | |
| On my mind, in my heart, on my face | |
| How many times must | |
| I tell myself that you're gone? | |
| When will the rest of me wake up and see what went wrong, so wrong? | |
| And turn on the light and pick up the phone and just call | |
| And lay pride aside, if | |
| I had any sense left at all | |
| Oh, just lay pride aside, if | |
| I had any sense left at all |
| zuo ci : Cochran, Collins, Dodson, Lane | |
| I can feel the darkness reaching in | |
| As I touch the place you may as well have never been | |
| Love can hurt much more than one can bear | |
| When a heart beats for someone who' s not there | |
| How many times must | |
| I tell myself that you' re gone? | |
| When will the rest of me wake up and see what went wrong, so wrong? | |
| And turn on the light and pick up the phone and just call | |
| And lay pride aside, if | |
| I had any sense left at all | |
| Voices call that only | |
| I can hear | |
| Who would have thought love was something | |
| I would fear | |
| Almost home, almost there, almost taste | |
| On my mind, in my heart, on my face | |
| How many times must | |
| I tell myself that you' re gone? | |
| When will the rest of me wake up and see what went wrong, so wrong? | |
| And turn on the light and pick up the phone and just call | |
| And lay pride aside, if | |
| I had any sense left at all | |
| Oh, just lay pride aside, if | |
| I had any sense left at all |
| zuò cí : Cochran, Collins, Dodson, Lane | |
| I can feel the darkness reaching in | |
| As I touch the place you may as well have never been | |
| Love can hurt much more than one can bear | |
| When a heart beats for someone who' s not there | |
| How many times must | |
| I tell myself that you' re gone? | |
| When will the rest of me wake up and see what went wrong, so wrong? | |
| And turn on the light and pick up the phone and just call | |
| And lay pride aside, if | |
| I had any sense left at all | |
| Voices call that only | |
| I can hear | |
| Who would have thought love was something | |
| I would fear | |
| Almost home, almost there, almost taste | |
| On my mind, in my heart, on my face | |
| How many times must | |
| I tell myself that you' re gone? | |
| When will the rest of me wake up and see what went wrong, so wrong? | |
| And turn on the light and pick up the phone and just call | |
| And lay pride aside, if | |
| I had any sense left at all | |
| Oh, just lay pride aside, if | |
| I had any sense left at all |