You Don't Feel Like Home to Me 歌词

	作曲 : Good Life
	He sees her face
	The highway signs
	The traffic lights
	And she's turning red
	At a motel
	On a double bed
	He swears he feels her lying there
	And she whispers in his ear
	"You can't run away forever"
	But sometimes
	That feels like coming home to me anymore
	It feels like coming home to me
	But the further off I get
	The more I get upset
	I could never make it home
	She sees his face
	In the sweat-stained sheets
	The dirty cups
	They keep on piling up
	In the backyard
	So overgrown
	In the dandelions
	They peek through the cracks in the patio
	She swears she hears the phone
	But she only gets a dial-tone
	So she imagines what'd she say:
	"If you feel like coming home to me sometime
	Yeah, if you feel like coming home to me
	I'll be waiting at the door
	There is nothing to be sorry for
	So why can't you come home?
	Don't you feel like coming home to me anymore?
	You don't feel like coming home to me?"
	That's the game you choose
	But you don't have to play the loser

	zuo qu : Good Life
	He sees her face
	The highway signs
	The traffic lights
	And she' s turning red
	At a motel
	On a double bed
	He swears he feels her lying there
	And she whispers in his ear
	" You can' t run away forever"
	But sometimes
	That feels like coming home to me anymore
	It feels like coming home to me
	But the further off I get
	The more I get upset
	I could never make it home
	She sees his face
	In the sweatstained sheets
	The dirty cups
	They keep on piling up
	In the backyard
	So overgrown
	In the dandelions
	They peek through the cracks in the patio
	She swears she hears the phone
	But she only gets a dialtone
	So she imagines what' d she say:
	" If you feel like coming home to me sometime
	Yeah, if you feel like coming home to me
	I' ll be waiting at the door
	There is nothing to be sorry for
	So why can' t you come home?
	Don' t you feel like coming home to me anymore?
	You don' t feel like coming home to me?"
	That' s the game you choose
	But you don' t have to play the loser

	zuò qǔ : Good Life
	He sees her face
	The highway signs
	The traffic lights
	And she' s turning red
	At a motel
	On a double bed
	He swears he feels her lying there
	And she whispers in his ear
	" You can' t run away forever"
	But sometimes
	That feels like coming home to me anymore
	It feels like coming home to me
	But the further off I get
	The more I get upset
	I could never make it home
	She sees his face
	In the sweatstained sheets
	The dirty cups
	They keep on piling up
	In the backyard
	So overgrown
	In the dandelions
	They peek through the cracks in the patio
	She swears she hears the phone
	But she only gets a dialtone
	So she imagines what' d she say:
	" If you feel like coming home to me sometime
	Yeah, if you feel like coming home to me
	I' ll be waiting at the door
	There is nothing to be sorry for
	So why can' t you come home?
	Don' t you feel like coming home to me anymore?
	You don' t feel like coming home to me?"
	That' s the game you choose
	But you don' t have to play the loser

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