| 作曲 : Blöndal, Fjeldsted, Olafsson | |
| (Well, well, well) | |
| Well I’m constantly divin’ down, driving out, jivin’ about, | |
| Is cause suckers two-faced self assured sickos. | |
| I don’t get it seconds are wasted. | |
| As for the name of the game that | |
| I tasted, | |
| This is the last one, this is the end. | |
| A messenger dead and no message to send. | |
| Great wall white whale | |
| I strike the sun now it’s done, done, done, the word is now undone. | |
| Transparent parent, mister master, driving a boy from his youth to disaster. | |
| Bad, bad, bad brain day and | |
| I’m blessed with the word. | |
| It comes to my head in the shape of a bird. (Yeah, yeah) | |
| Do it again where | |
| I am in the air. | |
| Getting so drunk in my head that | |
| I care. Id est | |
| I, et Ego est he, in a low key, (woo)so what do you wanna be. | |
| I want it all again. x4 (Yes check it out, check, check it out) | |
| Here we’re coming, speaking to the gente, going to the loco in the quarashi juego pass me the mirror and | |
| I’ll cut you a line this is a sequel, | |
| I check out and shine. | |
| Now come on and every body lets get high. | |
| I’m above the clouds living a goddamn lie. | |
| But later on, | |
| I’m back at last their grabbing my t-shirt come on take a rest. | |
| Doing this ya’ll, doing that ya’ll, until | |
| I stand up against something | |
| I fall. Bring out the best every day’s a test, 47 temperature the last one is best. | |
| I want it all again. x4 (One, one two, check this out) | |
| Here I am my friends like never before. | |
| Out in the back | |
| I’m watching the score. | |
| It’s twisted, it’s true but | |
| I love the sick mother. | |
| Keeping her good like there was no other, | |
| Brother, there must be a way, to get through the day, without getting stuck in the role of the prey. | |
| I am still no one locked in the cage trying to get back the hand that | |
| I gave. I want it all again. |
| zuo qu : Bl ndal, Fjeldsted, Olafsson | |
| Well, well, well | |
| Well I' m constantly divin' down, driving out, jivin' about, | |
| Is cause suckers twofaced self assured sickos. | |
| I don' t get it seconds are wasted. | |
| As for the name of the game that | |
| I tasted, | |
| This is the last one, this is the end. | |
| A messenger dead and no message to send. | |
| Great wall white whale | |
| I strike the sun now it' s done, done, done, the word is now undone. | |
| Transparent parent, mister master, driving a boy from his youth to disaster. | |
| Bad, bad, bad brain day and | |
| I' m blessed with the word. | |
| It comes to my head in the shape of a bird. Yeah, yeah | |
| Do it again where | |
| I am in the air. | |
| Getting so drunk in my head that | |
| I care. Id est | |
| I, et Ego est he, in a low key, woo so what do you wanna be. | |
| I want it all again. x4 Yes check it out, check, check it out | |
| Here we' re coming, speaking to the gente, going to the loco in the quarashi juego pass me the mirror and | |
| I' ll cut you a line this is a sequel, | |
| I check out and shine. | |
| Now come on and every body lets get high. | |
| I' m above the clouds living a goddamn lie. | |
| But later on, | |
| I' m back at last their grabbing my tshirt come on take a rest. | |
| Doing this ya' ll, doing that ya' ll, until | |
| I stand up against something | |
| I fall. Bring out the best every day' s a test, 47 temperature the last one is best. | |
| I want it all again. x4 One, one two, check this out | |
| Here I am my friends like never before. | |
| Out in the back | |
| I' m watching the score. | |
| It' s twisted, it' s true but | |
| I love the sick mother. | |
| Keeping her good like there was no other, | |
| Brother, there must be a way, to get through the day, without getting stuck in the role of the prey. | |
| I am still no one locked in the cage trying to get back the hand that | |
| I gave. I want it all again. |
| zuò qǔ : Bl ndal, Fjeldsted, Olafsson | |
| Well, well, well | |
| Well I' m constantly divin' down, driving out, jivin' about, | |
| Is cause suckers twofaced self assured sickos. | |
| I don' t get it seconds are wasted. | |
| As for the name of the game that | |
| I tasted, | |
| This is the last one, this is the end. | |
| A messenger dead and no message to send. | |
| Great wall white whale | |
| I strike the sun now it' s done, done, done, the word is now undone. | |
| Transparent parent, mister master, driving a boy from his youth to disaster. | |
| Bad, bad, bad brain day and | |
| I' m blessed with the word. | |
| It comes to my head in the shape of a bird. Yeah, yeah | |
| Do it again where | |
| I am in the air. | |
| Getting so drunk in my head that | |
| I care. Id est | |
| I, et Ego est he, in a low key, woo so what do you wanna be. | |
| I want it all again. x4 Yes check it out, check, check it out | |
| Here we' re coming, speaking to the gente, going to the loco in the quarashi juego pass me the mirror and | |
| I' ll cut you a line this is a sequel, | |
| I check out and shine. | |
| Now come on and every body lets get high. | |
| I' m above the clouds living a goddamn lie. | |
| But later on, | |
| I' m back at last their grabbing my tshirt come on take a rest. | |
| Doing this ya' ll, doing that ya' ll, until | |
| I stand up against something | |
| I fall. Bring out the best every day' s a test, 47 temperature the last one is best. | |
| I want it all again. x4 One, one two, check this out | |
| Here I am my friends like never before. | |
| Out in the back | |
| I' m watching the score. | |
| It' s twisted, it' s true but | |
| I love the sick mother. | |
| Keeping her good like there was no other, | |
| Brother, there must be a way, to get through the day, without getting stuck in the role of the prey. | |
| I am still no one locked in the cage trying to get back the hand that | |
| I gave. I want it all again. |
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