| Song | Sacre Coeur |
| Artist | Tina Dico |
| Album | Count to Ten |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Dico | |
| Poison racing through my veins | |
| A sordid pull to the insane | |
| A constant gravity to change | |
| And I don't know where to go | |
| Paris breaths beneath my feet | |
| Thirsty skin against concrete | |
| My sacred heart misleading me | |
| And I don't know where to go | |
| No, I don't know where to go | |
| I could go home to my love | |
| And live the life | |
| I've always wanted | |
| Or I could go on running off | |
| Into the night, lonely and haunted | |
| And the strange thing is | |
| I don't know which | |
| I prefer As | |
| I sit here and watch the sun set on | |
| Sacre Couer | |
| Paris falls under my eyes | |
| History against one life | |
| My sacred heart's on no-one's side | |
| And I don't know where to go | |
| No, I don't know where to go | |
| I could go home to my love | |
| And live the life | |
| I've always wanted | |
| Or I could go on running off | |
| Into the night, lonely and haunted | |
| And the strange thing is | |
| I don't know which | |
| I prefer As | |
| I sit here and watch the sun set | |
| I could go home to my love | |
| And live the life | |
| I've always wanted | |
| Or I could go on running off | |
| Into the night, lonely and haunted | |
| I could go home to my love | |
| It's all there if | |
| I want it | |
| But the sad thing is | |
| I don't know which | |
| I prefer As | |
| I sit here and watch the sun set on | |
| Sacre Couer |
| zuo qu : Dico | |
| Poison racing through my veins | |
| A sordid pull to the insane | |
| A constant gravity to change | |
| And I don' t know where to go | |
| Paris breaths beneath my feet | |
| Thirsty skin against concrete | |
| My sacred heart misleading me | |
| And I don' t know where to go | |
| No, I don' t know where to go | |
| I could go home to my love | |
| And live the life | |
| I' ve always wanted | |
| Or I could go on running off | |
| Into the night, lonely and haunted | |
| And the strange thing is | |
| I don' t know which | |
| I prefer As | |
| I sit here and watch the sun set on | |
| Sacre Couer | |
| Paris falls under my eyes | |
| History against one life | |
| My sacred heart' s on noone' s side | |
| And I don' t know where to go | |
| No, I don' t know where to go | |
| I could go home to my love | |
| And live the life | |
| I' ve always wanted | |
| Or I could go on running off | |
| Into the night, lonely and haunted | |
| And the strange thing is | |
| I don' t know which | |
| I prefer As | |
| I sit here and watch the sun set | |
| I could go home to my love | |
| And live the life | |
| I' ve always wanted | |
| Or I could go on running off | |
| Into the night, lonely and haunted | |
| I could go home to my love | |
| It' s all there if | |
| I want it | |
| But the sad thing is | |
| I don' t know which | |
| I prefer As | |
| I sit here and watch the sun set on | |
| Sacre Couer |
| zuò qǔ : Dico | |
| Poison racing through my veins | |
| A sordid pull to the insane | |
| A constant gravity to change | |
| And I don' t know where to go | |
| Paris breaths beneath my feet | |
| Thirsty skin against concrete | |
| My sacred heart misleading me | |
| And I don' t know where to go | |
| No, I don' t know where to go | |
| I could go home to my love | |
| And live the life | |
| I' ve always wanted | |
| Or I could go on running off | |
| Into the night, lonely and haunted | |
| And the strange thing is | |
| I don' t know which | |
| I prefer As | |
| I sit here and watch the sun set on | |
| Sacre Couer | |
| Paris falls under my eyes | |
| History against one life | |
| My sacred heart' s on noone' s side | |
| And I don' t know where to go | |
| No, I don' t know where to go | |
| I could go home to my love | |
| And live the life | |
| I' ve always wanted | |
| Or I could go on running off | |
| Into the night, lonely and haunted | |
| And the strange thing is | |
| I don' t know which | |
| I prefer As | |
| I sit here and watch the sun set | |
| I could go home to my love | |
| And live the life | |
| I' ve always wanted | |
| Or I could go on running off | |
| Into the night, lonely and haunted | |
| I could go home to my love | |
| It' s all there if | |
| I want it | |
| But the sad thing is | |
| I don' t know which | |
| I prefer As | |
| I sit here and watch the sun set on | |
| Sacre Couer |