Translation of Fixes 歌词

	作曲 : Jackson, Twelve Tribes
	I resort to impulse to escape the living
	Facedown in your indifference
	Waiting to fall in line
	And I was never impressed
	With your addiction to conscience
	Pain has long been the lost humiliation of genius
	And I've been misled to believe that
	I was alone it always turns out better this way
	Sedated so you won't have to feel a thing
	I resort to impulse to escape the living
	Counting the imperfections
	Down the lines of my face
	When all the regrets and failures
	In you were so obvious
	Pain has long been the lost humiliation of the soul
	And I've been caught between
	What's real and what's for sale
	I'm not the one who profits
	From stainless masquerades
	I've come to terms with my fixations
	And all your failing attempts
	Faithful performances
	The timelessness of your act
	Won't be the end of me

	zuo qu : Jackson, Twelve Tribes
	I resort to impulse to escape the living
	Facedown in your indifference
	Waiting to fall in line
	And I was never impressed
	With your addiction to conscience
	Pain has long been the lost humiliation of genius
	And I' ve been misled to believe that
	I was alone it always turns out better this way
	Sedated so you won' t have to feel a thing
	I resort to impulse to escape the living
	Counting the imperfections
	Down the lines of my face
	When all the regrets and failures
	In you were so obvious
	Pain has long been the lost humiliation of the soul
	And I' ve been caught between
	What' s real and what' s for sale
	I' m not the one who profits
	From stainless masquerades
	I' ve come to terms with my fixations
	And all your failing attempts
	Faithful performances
	The timelessness of your act
	Won' t be the end of me

	zuò qǔ : Jackson, Twelve Tribes
	I resort to impulse to escape the living
	Facedown in your indifference
	Waiting to fall in line
	And I was never impressed
	With your addiction to conscience
	Pain has long been the lost humiliation of genius
	And I' ve been misled to believe that
	I was alone it always turns out better this way
	Sedated so you won' t have to feel a thing
	I resort to impulse to escape the living
	Counting the imperfections
	Down the lines of my face
	When all the regrets and failures
	In you were so obvious
	Pain has long been the lost humiliation of the soul
	And I' ve been caught between
	What' s real and what' s for sale
	I' m not the one who profits
	From stainless masquerades
	I' ve come to terms with my fixations
	And all your failing attempts
	Faithful performances
	The timelessness of your act
	Won' t be the end of me

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