| 歌曲 | Left Aligned |
| 歌手 | This Town Needs Guns |
| 专辑 | 13.0.0.0.0 |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作词 : Timothy Collis/Chris Collis/Henry Tremain |
| [00:01.000] | 作曲 : Timothy Collis/Chris Collis/Henry Tremain |
| [00:22.048] | Our friends all dressed so smartly |
| [00:25.915] | this feels oddly, so wrong. |
| [00:31.588] | A wood box held aloft |
| [00:35.385] | those guys must be so strong. |
| [00:41.327] | J's voice sounding so grave |
| [00:45.153] | tells me out straight |
| [00:47.832] | "He's gone" |
| [01:03.856] | That's all, |
| [01:06.586] | a short phone call, |
| [01:09.149] | it's over now. |
| [01:15.716] | Tie your conscience down |
| [01:21.205] | with heavy heads and frowns. |
| [01:26.534] | Running up the walls. |
| [01:30.389] | Sick, stressed and all regretful |
| [01:36.941] | of what life could have been. |
| [01:41.062] | Tired, stretched and thin. |
| [01:44.604] | Keep it in. |
| [01:47.474] | You're rolling off the rails. |
| [01:51.515] | Light signal fails. |
| [01:55.066] | Amber's tail; |
| [01:58.058] | of compensation claims, |
| [02:02.381] | screeching breaks and |
| [02:05.131] | loud crashing sounds. |
| [02:14.219] | it's over now. |
| [02:21.611] | Tie your conscience down |
| [02:27.122] | with heavy heads and frowns. |
| [02:34.567] | Our friends all dressed so smartly |
| [02:38.081] | this feel oddly, so wrong. |
| [02:43.465] | A wood box held aloft |
| [02:47.487] | those guys must be so strong. |
| [02:53.117] | J's voice sounding so grave |
| [02:56.576] | tells me out straight |
| [02:59.670] | "He's gone" |
| [03:01.564] | So I'll try to move on |
| [03:07.258] | but he's helped shape |
| [03:10.585] | the man that I am now. |
| [00:00.000] | zuo ci : Timothy Collis Chris Collis Henry Tremain |
| [00:01.000] | zuo qu : Timothy Collis Chris Collis Henry Tremain |
| [00:22.048] | Our friends all dressed so smartly |
| [00:25.915] | this feels oddly, so wrong. |
| [00:31.588] | A wood box held aloft |
| [00:35.385] | those guys must be so strong. |
| [00:41.327] | J' s voice sounding so grave |
| [00:45.153] | tells me out straight |
| [00:47.832] | " He' s gone" |
| [01:03.856] | That' s all, |
| [01:06.586] | a short phone call, |
| [01:09.149] | it' s over now. |
| [01:15.716] | Tie your conscience down |
| [01:21.205] | with heavy heads and frowns. |
| [01:26.534] | Running up the walls. |
| [01:30.389] | Sick, stressed and all regretful |
| [01:36.941] | of what life could have been. |
| [01:41.062] | Tired, stretched and thin. |
| [01:44.604] | Keep it in. |
| [01:47.474] | You' re rolling off the rails. |
| [01:51.515] | Light signal fails. |
| [01:55.066] | Amber' s tail |
| [01:58.058] | of compensation claims, |
| [02:02.381] | screeching breaks and |
| [02:05.131] | loud crashing sounds. |
| [02:14.219] | it' s over now. |
| [02:21.611] | Tie your conscience down |
| [02:27.122] | with heavy heads and frowns. |
| [02:34.567] | Our friends all dressed so smartly |
| [02:38.081] | this feel oddly, so wrong. |
| [02:43.465] | A wood box held aloft |
| [02:47.487] | those guys must be so strong. |
| [02:53.117] | J' s voice sounding so grave |
| [02:56.576] | tells me out straight |
| [02:59.670] | " He' s gone" |
| [03:01.564] | So I' ll try to move on |
| [03:07.258] | but he' s helped shape |
| [03:10.585] | the man that I am now. |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : Timothy Collis Chris Collis Henry Tremain |
| [00:01.000] | zuò qǔ : Timothy Collis Chris Collis Henry Tremain |
| [00:22.048] | Our friends all dressed so smartly |
| [00:25.915] | this feels oddly, so wrong. |
| [00:31.588] | A wood box held aloft |
| [00:35.385] | those guys must be so strong. |
| [00:41.327] | J' s voice sounding so grave |
| [00:45.153] | tells me out straight |
| [00:47.832] | " He' s gone" |
| [01:03.856] | That' s all, |
| [01:06.586] | a short phone call, |
| [01:09.149] | it' s over now. |
| [01:15.716] | Tie your conscience down |
| [01:21.205] | with heavy heads and frowns. |
| [01:26.534] | Running up the walls. |
| [01:30.389] | Sick, stressed and all regretful |
| [01:36.941] | of what life could have been. |
| [01:41.062] | Tired, stretched and thin. |
| [01:44.604] | Keep it in. |
| [01:47.474] | You' re rolling off the rails. |
| [01:51.515] | Light signal fails. |
| [01:55.066] | Amber' s tail |
| [01:58.058] | of compensation claims, |
| [02:02.381] | screeching breaks and |
| [02:05.131] | loud crashing sounds. |
| [02:14.219] | it' s over now. |
| [02:21.611] | Tie your conscience down |
| [02:27.122] | with heavy heads and frowns. |
| [02:34.567] | Our friends all dressed so smartly |
| [02:38.081] | this feel oddly, so wrong. |
| [02:43.465] | A wood box held aloft |
| [02:47.487] | those guys must be so strong. |
| [02:53.117] | J' s voice sounding so grave |
| [02:56.576] | tells me out straight |
| [02:59.670] | " He' s gone" |
| [03:01.564] | So I' ll try to move on |
| [03:07.258] | but he' s helped shape |
| [03:10.585] | the man that I am now. |