歌曲 | Ever So Sweet |
歌手 | The Early November |
专辑 | The Room's Too Cold |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Early November, Enders | |
I just found a friend, | |
In one of your lies. | |
To treat me so nice, | |
I, can't believe my bones... | |
When they say, | |
So many things... | |
They tell me | |
I am fine, believe me | |
I, I try... ( Ooo Ooo Ooo, Oh Ooo Ooo Ooo Oh ) ... | |
Ever so sweet, | |
You make this seem, | |
The way things go... | |
It's not my fault. | |
And I'll miss, | |
I'll miss you so good... | |
All of those nights, | |
We lost our way back home. | |
Ever so sweet, | |
You baked it in cakes for me. | |
What you left behind, | |
It hurts my teeth... | |
Bring in the past with the postcards you sent for me... | |
Every lie, | |
It brings me right back down. | |
Can't you see the wall you built for me? (x3) | |
Cause we're not special we're not special we're not special | |
Well I'm not special | |
I'm not special | |
Ever so sweet, | |
You baked it in cakes for me... | |
What you left behind, | |
It hurts my teeth... | |
Bringing the past with the postcards you sent for me... | |
Every lie... | |
It brings me right back down. |
zuo qu : Early November, Enders | |
I just found a friend, | |
In one of your lies. | |
To treat me so nice, | |
I, can' t believe my bones... | |
When they say, | |
So many things... | |
They tell me | |
I am fine, believe me | |
I, I try... Ooo Ooo Ooo, Oh Ooo Ooo Ooo Oh ... | |
Ever so sweet, | |
You make this seem, | |
The way things go... | |
It' s not my fault. | |
And I' ll miss, | |
I' ll miss you so good... | |
All of those nights, | |
We lost our way back home. | |
Ever so sweet, | |
You baked it in cakes for me. | |
What you left behind, | |
It hurts my teeth... | |
Bring in the past with the postcards you sent for me... | |
Every lie, | |
It brings me right back down. | |
Can' t you see the wall you built for me? x3 | |
Cause we' re not special we' re not special we' re not special | |
Well I' m not special | |
I' m not special | |
Ever so sweet, | |
You baked it in cakes for me... | |
What you left behind, | |
It hurts my teeth... | |
Bringing the past with the postcards you sent for me... | |
Every lie... | |
It brings me right back down. |
zuò qǔ : Early November, Enders | |
I just found a friend, | |
In one of your lies. | |
To treat me so nice, | |
I, can' t believe my bones... | |
When they say, | |
So many things... | |
They tell me | |
I am fine, believe me | |
I, I try... Ooo Ooo Ooo, Oh Ooo Ooo Ooo Oh ... | |
Ever so sweet, | |
You make this seem, | |
The way things go... | |
It' s not my fault. | |
And I' ll miss, | |
I' ll miss you so good... | |
All of those nights, | |
We lost our way back home. | |
Ever so sweet, | |
You baked it in cakes for me. | |
What you left behind, | |
It hurts my teeth... | |
Bring in the past with the postcards you sent for me... | |
Every lie, | |
It brings me right back down. | |
Can' t you see the wall you built for me? x3 | |
Cause we' re not special we' re not special we' re not special | |
Well I' m not special | |
I' m not special | |
Ever so sweet, | |
You baked it in cakes for me... | |
What you left behind, | |
It hurts my teeth... | |
Bringing the past with the postcards you sent for me... | |
Every lie... | |
It brings me right back down. |