| 歌曲 | I Am Mary |
| 歌手 | Alice Peacock |
| 专辑 | Love Remains |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Becker, Peacock | |
| I am Mary, | |
| I was pretty | |
| You may remember me from the ninth grade | |
| The boys would hold me | |
| And my friends told me | |
| The world would know me someday | |
| I've made choices, heard some voices | |
| Fought the battles inside my head | |
| Life's a fabric but when | |
| I grabbed it | |
| All I got was a handful of threads | |
| There's a stairwell, | |
| I know so well' | |
| Cause it gets cold out in the street | |
| A crumpled dollar to start a fire | |
| So that I could warm my feet | |
| Police stations, investigations | |
| Of a fire burning bright | |
| They showed me pictures | |
| Of those children | |
| And told me | |
| I was there that night | |
| Conversations, medications | |
| All my friends have left me now | |
| No one could see them | |
| But now I need them | |
| To help me figure all this out | |
| Why do they feed me | |
| Give me TV | |
| And a blanket for my feet | |
| But something's workin'' | |
| Cause it starts hurtin' | |
| When it all comes back to me |
| zuo qu : Becker, Peacock | |
| I am Mary, | |
| I was pretty | |
| You may remember me from the ninth grade | |
| The boys would hold me | |
| And my friends told me | |
| The world would know me someday | |
| I' ve made choices, heard some voices | |
| Fought the battles inside my head | |
| Life' s a fabric but when | |
| I grabbed it | |
| All I got was a handful of threads | |
| There' s a stairwell, | |
| I know so well' | |
| Cause it gets cold out in the street | |
| A crumpled dollar to start a fire | |
| So that I could warm my feet | |
| Police stations, investigations | |
| Of a fire burning bright | |
| They showed me pictures | |
| Of those children | |
| And told me | |
| I was there that night | |
| Conversations, medications | |
| All my friends have left me now | |
| No one could see them | |
| But now I need them | |
| To help me figure all this out | |
| Why do they feed me | |
| Give me TV | |
| And a blanket for my feet | |
| But something' s workin'' | |
| Cause it starts hurtin' | |
| When it all comes back to me |
| zuò qǔ : Becker, Peacock | |
| I am Mary, | |
| I was pretty | |
| You may remember me from the ninth grade | |
| The boys would hold me | |
| And my friends told me | |
| The world would know me someday | |
| I' ve made choices, heard some voices | |
| Fought the battles inside my head | |
| Life' s a fabric but when | |
| I grabbed it | |
| All I got was a handful of threads | |
| There' s a stairwell, | |
| I know so well' | |
| Cause it gets cold out in the street | |
| A crumpled dollar to start a fire | |
| So that I could warm my feet | |
| Police stations, investigations | |
| Of a fire burning bright | |
| They showed me pictures | |
| Of those children | |
| And told me | |
| I was there that night | |
| Conversations, medications | |
| All my friends have left me now | |
| No one could see them | |
| But now I need them | |
| To help me figure all this out | |
| Why do they feed me | |
| Give me TV | |
| And a blanket for my feet | |
| But something' s workin'' | |
| Cause it starts hurtin' | |
| When it all comes back to me |