Duality of Man Lyrics
| Song | Duality of Man |
| Artist | Stroke 9 |
| Album | The Last of the International Playboys |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Stroke Nine | |
| That's all she wrote | |
| I think that's all she said | |
| Her heart's like a barren wasteland | |
| In the city of the dead | |
| If it's a game of love roulette | |
| Can you loan me twenty bills? | |
| This broken heart will end us both | |
| It's the little things that kill | |
| When you're | |
| Going down the road | |
| Hoping one day you arrive | |
| The story won't write itself tonight | |
| Now it's your turn to drive | |
| Conversation's like a dull knife across the skin | |
| And it cuts me where I live | |
| I sold my soul long ago | |
| And now it ain't mine to give | |
| A kiss is worth a thousand words | |
| So ask me if I care (Ask me if I care) | |
| It's not the cracks that shook the world | |
| But the seams that fixed the tears | |
| There's a time I knew directions home | |
| And I knew just where I'd been | |
| But it's high time, love, that we grew up | |
| Before the flood kicks in | |
| And I'm | |
| Going down the road | |
| Hoping one day I arrive | |
| The story won't write itself tonight | |
| Now it's my turn to drive | |
| Conversation's like a dull knife across the skin | |
| And it cuts me where I live | |
| I sold my soul long ago | |
| And now it ain't mine to give | |
| A host of angels won't stop the fall | |
| I'm a charity case or nothing at all | |
| Look around, the dark abounds | |
| And I'm falling once again | |
| And I'm | |
| Going down the road | |
| Hoping one day you arrive | |
| The story won't write itself tonight | |
| Now it's your turn to drive | |
| Conversation's like a dull knife across the skin | |
| And it cuts me where I live | |
| I sold my soul long ago | |
| And now it ain't mine to give | |
| I sold my soul long ago | |
| And now it ain't mine to give |
| zuo qu : Stroke Nine | |
| That' s all she wrote | |
| I think that' s all she said | |
| Her heart' s like a barren wasteland | |
| In the city of the dead | |
| If it' s a game of love roulette | |
| Can you loan me twenty bills? | |
| This broken heart will end us both | |
| It' s the little things that kill | |
| When you' re | |
| Going down the road | |
| Hoping one day you arrive | |
| The story won' t write itself tonight | |
| Now it' s your turn to drive | |
| Conversation' s like a dull knife across the skin | |
| And it cuts me where I live | |
| I sold my soul long ago | |
| And now it ain' t mine to give | |
| A kiss is worth a thousand words | |
| So ask me if I care Ask me if I care | |
| It' s not the cracks that shook the world | |
| But the seams that fixed the tears | |
| There' s a time I knew directions home | |
| And I knew just where I' d been | |
| But it' s high time, love, that we grew up | |
| Before the flood kicks in | |
| And I' m | |
| Going down the road | |
| Hoping one day I arrive | |
| The story won' t write itself tonight | |
| Now it' s my turn to drive | |
| Conversation' s like a dull knife across the skin | |
| And it cuts me where I live | |
| I sold my soul long ago | |
| And now it ain' t mine to give | |
| A host of angels won' t stop the fall | |
| I' m a charity case or nothing at all | |
| Look around, the dark abounds | |
| And I' m falling once again | |
| And I' m | |
| Going down the road | |
| Hoping one day you arrive | |
| The story won' t write itself tonight | |
| Now it' s your turn to drive | |
| Conversation' s like a dull knife across the skin | |
| And it cuts me where I live | |
| I sold my soul long ago | |
| And now it ain' t mine to give | |
| I sold my soul long ago | |
| And now it ain' t mine to give |
| zuò qǔ : Stroke Nine | |
| That' s all she wrote | |
| I think that' s all she said | |
| Her heart' s like a barren wasteland | |
| In the city of the dead | |
| If it' s a game of love roulette | |
| Can you loan me twenty bills? | |
| This broken heart will end us both | |
| It' s the little things that kill | |
| When you' re | |
| Going down the road | |
| Hoping one day you arrive | |
| The story won' t write itself tonight | |
| Now it' s your turn to drive | |
| Conversation' s like a dull knife across the skin | |
| And it cuts me where I live | |
| I sold my soul long ago | |
| And now it ain' t mine to give | |
| A kiss is worth a thousand words | |
| So ask me if I care Ask me if I care | |
| It' s not the cracks that shook the world | |
| But the seams that fixed the tears | |
| There' s a time I knew directions home | |
| And I knew just where I' d been | |
| But it' s high time, love, that we grew up | |
| Before the flood kicks in | |
| And I' m | |
| Going down the road | |
| Hoping one day I arrive | |
| The story won' t write itself tonight | |
| Now it' s my turn to drive | |
| Conversation' s like a dull knife across the skin | |
| And it cuts me where I live | |
| I sold my soul long ago | |
| And now it ain' t mine to give | |
| A host of angels won' t stop the fall | |
| I' m a charity case or nothing at all | |
| Look around, the dark abounds | |
| And I' m falling once again | |
| And I' m | |
| Going down the road | |
| Hoping one day you arrive | |
| The story won' t write itself tonight | |
| Now it' s your turn to drive | |
| Conversation' s like a dull knife across the skin | |
| And it cuts me where I live | |
| I sold my soul long ago | |
| And now it ain' t mine to give | |
| I sold my soul long ago | |
| And now it ain' t mine to give |
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