| 作曲 : Baker | |
| I got magic in my head, magic up my nose, magic coming out my fingers, magic crying out my eyes. I've got magic everywhere I ****ing look. I can't fight it either, I wish I could. | |
| Step foot down | |
| Hold him to the ground | |
| Whine though he may, you've got some bills to pay | |
| It's all I've ever known it's everything until I say so, you say "so say so." | |
| Okay, I've got lots of friends | |
| in rather dry places | |
| I've got lots of pills in my pocket | |
| If you want some, I'd like to share | |
| With you and everyone that you care about. | |
| But I don't know what to do for you? | |
| Do you care | |
| I don't know what's best for you | |
| Sick and dying | |
| I've been spending all my time | |
| Sleeping of concious debts | |
| and licking bags clean of everything I love | |
| and anything I can carry around | |
| I'm a restless rat | |
| strun up and burnt out. | |
| Losing my fur to the wind | |
| Catching looks from baby, white mice | |
| Bastards in a black weeping vice. | |
| But sometimes, the sunlight | |
| It just won't let me cry | |
| When leaves tickle my arms I can't help but let my mouth sing. | |
| Sing out words of trust | |
| In a language I still don't comprehend | |
| What does meaning mend in the end? | |
| I don't know what to do for you | |
| I don't know what's best for you | |
| I don't know what to do for you | |
| I don't know what's best for you | |
| But sometimes, the sunlight | |
| It just won't let me cry | |
| When leaves tickle my arms I can't help but let my mouth sing. | |
| Sing out words of trust | |
| In a language I still don't comprehend | |
| What does meaning mend in the end? | |
| In the end |
| zuo qu : Baker | |
| I got magic in my head, magic up my nose, magic coming out my fingers, magic crying out my eyes. I' ve got magic everywhere I ing look. I can' t fight it either, I wish I could. | |
| Step foot down | |
| Hold him to the ground | |
| Whine though he may, you' ve got some bills to pay | |
| It' s all I' ve ever known it' s everything until I say so, you say " so say so." | |
| Okay, I' ve got lots of friends | |
| in rather dry places | |
| I' ve got lots of pills in my pocket | |
| If you want some, I' d like to share | |
| With you and everyone that you care about. | |
| But I don' t know what to do for you? | |
| Do you care | |
| I don' t know what' s best for you | |
| Sick and dying | |
| I' ve been spending all my time | |
| Sleeping of concious debts | |
| and licking bags clean of everything I love | |
| and anything I can carry around | |
| I' m a restless rat | |
| strun up and burnt out. | |
| Losing my fur to the wind | |
| Catching looks from baby, white mice | |
| Bastards in a black weeping vice. | |
| But sometimes, the sunlight | |
| It just won' t let me cry | |
| When leaves tickle my arms I can' t help but let my mouth sing. | |
| Sing out words of trust | |
| In a language I still don' t comprehend | |
| What does meaning mend in the end? | |
| I don' t know what to do for you | |
| I don' t know what' s best for you | |
| I don' t know what to do for you | |
| I don' t know what' s best for you | |
| But sometimes, the sunlight | |
| It just won' t let me cry | |
| When leaves tickle my arms I can' t help but let my mouth sing. | |
| Sing out words of trust | |
| In a language I still don' t comprehend | |
| What does meaning mend in the end? | |
| In the end |
| zuò qǔ : Baker | |
| I got magic in my head, magic up my nose, magic coming out my fingers, magic crying out my eyes. I' ve got magic everywhere I ing look. I can' t fight it either, I wish I could. | |
| Step foot down | |
| Hold him to the ground | |
| Whine though he may, you' ve got some bills to pay | |
| It' s all I' ve ever known it' s everything until I say so, you say " so say so." | |
| Okay, I' ve got lots of friends | |
| in rather dry places | |
| I' ve got lots of pills in my pocket | |
| If you want some, I' d like to share | |
| With you and everyone that you care about. | |
| But I don' t know what to do for you? | |
| Do you care | |
| I don' t know what' s best for you | |
| Sick and dying | |
| I' ve been spending all my time | |
| Sleeping of concious debts | |
| and licking bags clean of everything I love | |
| and anything I can carry around | |
| I' m a restless rat | |
| strun up and burnt out. | |
| Losing my fur to the wind | |
| Catching looks from baby, white mice | |
| Bastards in a black weeping vice. | |
| But sometimes, the sunlight | |
| It just won' t let me cry | |
| When leaves tickle my arms I can' t help but let my mouth sing. | |
| Sing out words of trust | |
| In a language I still don' t comprehend | |
| What does meaning mend in the end? | |
| I don' t know what to do for you | |
| I don' t know what' s best for you | |
| I don' t know what to do for you | |
| I don' t know what' s best for you | |
| But sometimes, the sunlight | |
| It just won' t let me cry | |
| When leaves tickle my arms I can' t help but let my mouth sing. | |
| Sing out words of trust | |
| In a language I still don' t comprehend | |
| What does meaning mend in the end? | |
| In the end |
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