| Song | By Proxy |
| Artist | Alain Bashung |
| Album | Novice |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Boris Bergman & Alain Bashung & Ives | |
| Cry me out don't want no tears by proxy | |
| Shedding skin for snakes you tried to use | |
| Custom buiIt with no one left to fit you | |
| Too used up from hot and cold abuse | |
| Dance me out my feet are tired and weary | |
| Two steps of a ballerina bare | |
| The drummer doesn't understand or hear me | |
| Hidin' from the bass inside his snare | |
| Dry me out the beers' too cold and draughty | |
| A pick uptruck on Sunset Avenue | |
| Wake me up don't want no tears by proxy | |
| Wrote it on my back in black and blue | |
| Shut me down I windmilled on Chianti | |
| Just can't seem to fight them on my own | |
| The mirror with a crack a joke to soothe me | |
| I lent myself to try to be alone | |
| Cry me out don't want no tears by proxy | |
| Dance me out | |
| Cry me out | |
| Dance me out | |
| Cry me out | |
| Cry me out |
| zuo qu : Boris Bergman Alain Bashung Ives | |
| Cry me out don' t want no tears by proxy | |
| Shedding skin for snakes you tried to use | |
| Custom buiIt with no one left to fit you | |
| Too used up from hot and cold abuse | |
| Dance me out my feet are tired and weary | |
| Two steps of a ballerina bare | |
| The drummer doesn' t understand or hear me | |
| Hidin' from the bass inside his snare | |
| Dry me out the beers' too cold and draughty | |
| A pick uptruck on Sunset Avenue | |
| Wake me up don' t want no tears by proxy | |
| Wrote it on my back in black and blue | |
| Shut me down I windmilled on Chianti | |
| Just can' t seem to fight them on my own | |
| The mirror with a crack a joke to soothe me | |
| I lent myself to try to be alone | |
| Cry me out don' t want no tears by proxy | |
| Dance me out | |
| Cry me out | |
| Dance me out | |
| Cry me out | |
| Cry me out |
| zuò qǔ : Boris Bergman Alain Bashung Ives | |
| Cry me out don' t want no tears by proxy | |
| Shedding skin for snakes you tried to use | |
| Custom buiIt with no one left to fit you | |
| Too used up from hot and cold abuse | |
| Dance me out my feet are tired and weary | |
| Two steps of a ballerina bare | |
| The drummer doesn' t understand or hear me | |
| Hidin' from the bass inside his snare | |
| Dry me out the beers' too cold and draughty | |
| A pick uptruck on Sunset Avenue | |
| Wake me up don' t want no tears by proxy | |
| Wrote it on my back in black and blue | |
| Shut me down I windmilled on Chianti | |
| Just can' t seem to fight them on my own | |
| The mirror with a crack a joke to soothe me | |
| I lent myself to try to be alone | |
| Cry me out don' t want no tears by proxy | |
| Dance me out | |
| Cry me out | |
| Dance me out | |
| Cry me out | |
| Cry me out |