Rain Delay - Live 歌词
| 歌曲 | Rain Delay - Live |
| 歌手 | The Allman Brothers Band |
| 专辑 | Live At The Atlanta International Pop Festival July 3 & 5, 1970 |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| －＝ Crash Parallel 《 Rain Delays 》＝－ | |
| The sleepless nights and endless days, | |
| Mini skirts and serving trays, | |
| Waking up from rain delays, | |
| And selling sex for pocket change, | |
| And living off the alcohol, | |
| With no one but a cab to call, | |
| And lost inside a bathroom stall, | |
| This carbon copy life withdrawal, | |
| And I need, | |
| Someone to believe in. | |
| And driving cars we cant afford, | |
| Just to make in sure were never bored, | |
| Living off our own accord | |
| Between coffee grinds and corner stores | |
| Limosinnes and cigerettes, | |
| Chasing dreams with fishing nets | |
| And long weekends with out regrets | |
| Well no one here is taking bets | |
| And I need, | |
| Someone to believe in | |
| Yes someone to fill this space, with grace | |
| To look into my eyes and touch my face | |
| To make me feel alive today | |
| Someone to make me strong | |
| Someone to make me belong | |
| Someone to make it all right | |
| Someone to make me feel alive, yeah | |
| And stretching out like rubber bands | |
| To kiss the cheeks and shake the hands | |
| With strong arms and no legs to stand | |
| And getting by on hand me downs | |
| With your tips, your drinks, your buying rounds | |
| Back to my old stomping grounds | |
| Like children in the lost and found | |
| And I need, | |
| Someone to believe in | |
| Yes, someone to fill this space, with grace | |
| Someone To look into my eyes and touch my face | |
| To make me feel alive today YEAH |
| Crash Parallel Rain Delays | |
| The sleepless nights and endless days, | |
| Mini skirts and serving trays, | |
| Waking up from rain delays, | |
| And selling sex for pocket change, | |
| And living off the alcohol, | |
| With no one but a cab to call, | |
| And lost inside a bathroom stall, | |
| This carbon copy life withdrawal, | |
| And I need, | |
| Someone to believe in. | |
| And driving cars we cant afford, | |
| Just to make in sure were never bored, | |
| Living off our own accord | |
| Between coffee grinds and corner stores | |
| Limosinnes and cigerettes, | |
| Chasing dreams with fishing nets | |
| And long weekends with out regrets | |
| Well no one here is taking bets | |
| And I need, | |
| Someone to believe in | |
| Yes someone to fill this space, with grace | |
| To look into my eyes and touch my face | |
| To make me feel alive today | |
| Someone to make me strong | |
| Someone to make me belong | |
| Someone to make it all right | |
| Someone to make me feel alive, yeah | |
| And stretching out like rubber bands | |
| To kiss the cheeks and shake the hands | |
| With strong arms and no legs to stand | |
| And getting by on hand me downs | |
| With your tips, your drinks, your buying rounds | |
| Back to my old stomping grounds | |
| Like children in the lost and found | |
| And I need, | |
| Someone to believe in | |
| Yes, someone to fill this space, with grace | |
| Someone To look into my eyes and touch my face | |
| To make me feel alive today YEAH |
| Crash Parallel Rain Delays | |
| The sleepless nights and endless days, | |
| Mini skirts and serving trays, | |
| Waking up from rain delays, | |
| And selling sex for pocket change, | |
| And living off the alcohol, | |
| With no one but a cab to call, | |
| And lost inside a bathroom stall, | |
| This carbon copy life withdrawal, | |
| And I need, | |
| Someone to believe in. | |
| And driving cars we cant afford, | |
| Just to make in sure were never bored, | |
| Living off our own accord | |
| Between coffee grinds and corner stores | |
| Limosinnes and cigerettes, | |
| Chasing dreams with fishing nets | |
| And long weekends with out regrets | |
| Well no one here is taking bets | |
| And I need, | |
| Someone to believe in | |
| Yes someone to fill this space, with grace | |
| To look into my eyes and touch my face | |
| To make me feel alive today | |
| Someone to make me strong | |
| Someone to make me belong | |
| Someone to make it all right | |
| Someone to make me feel alive, yeah | |
| And stretching out like rubber bands | |
| To kiss the cheeks and shake the hands | |
| With strong arms and no legs to stand | |
| And getting by on hand me downs | |
| With your tips, your drinks, your buying rounds | |
| Back to my old stomping grounds | |
| Like children in the lost and found | |
| And I need, | |
| Someone to believe in | |
| Yes, someone to fill this space, with grace | |
| Someone To look into my eyes and touch my face | |
| To make me feel alive today YEAH |
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