Blood on the Highway 歌词
| 歌曲 | Blood on the Highway |
| 歌手 | Burning Brides |
| 专辑 | Fall of the Plastic Empire |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Coats | |
| I don't know why you suck on your thumb and cry. | |
| All the fuzzy caterpillars turn into butterflies. | |
| You wanna go where the flowers are nameless and rainbows unfold. | |
| I watched the monkey make his habit, | |
| A halo through a needle of gold. | |
| Left foot, right foot. | |
| March to the drums and die. | |
| Hoist your favorite flag into the breeze on the Sunday sky. | |
| I made it back from the magical station where everything flows. | |
| A white lie turned to blood on the highway where the purple winds blow. | |
| All my life, all I wanted was a best friend, | |
| Then I looked into the sun. | |
| A white lie took me far away again. | |
| Far away from my little one. | |
| Little one, little one, little one... |
| zuo qu : Coats | |
| I don' t know why you suck on your thumb and cry. | |
| All the fuzzy caterpillars turn into butterflies. | |
| You wanna go where the flowers are nameless and rainbows unfold. | |
| I watched the monkey make his habit, | |
| A halo through a needle of gold. | |
| Left foot, right foot. | |
| March to the drums and die. | |
| Hoist your favorite flag into the breeze on the Sunday sky. | |
| I made it back from the magical station where everything flows. | |
| A white lie turned to blood on the highway where the purple winds blow. | |
| All my life, all I wanted was a best friend, | |
| Then I looked into the sun. | |
| A white lie took me far away again. | |
| Far away from my little one. | |
| Little one, little one, little one... |
| zuò qǔ : Coats | |
| I don' t know why you suck on your thumb and cry. | |
| All the fuzzy caterpillars turn into butterflies. | |
| You wanna go where the flowers are nameless and rainbows unfold. | |
| I watched the monkey make his habit, | |
| A halo through a needle of gold. | |
| Left foot, right foot. | |
| March to the drums and die. | |
| Hoist your favorite flag into the breeze on the Sunday sky. | |
| I made it back from the magical station where everything flows. | |
| A white lie turned to blood on the highway where the purple winds blow. | |
| All my life, all I wanted was a best friend, | |
| Then I looked into the sun. | |
| A white lie took me far away again. | |
| Far away from my little one. | |
| Little one, little one, little one... |
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