| Song | A Shot Below The Belt |
| Artist | August Burns Red |
| Album | Thrill Seeker |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : August Burns Red | |
| Don't you understand me? | |
| This cloud over my head is not okay. | |
| There are things that | |
| I need to get done. | |
| The burden | |
| I have been carrying is not my idea of fun, and it doesn't give you permission to take a shot below the belt. | |
| We have so little time, let's not spend it in anger. | |
| I am in the deep end and can't find air. | |
| I am throwing punches with a blindfold on. | |
| Stop riding my tail with your high beams on, because | |
| I may just brake suddenly. | |
| I would rather not explode - that's your job. | |
| I'm stuck in between two worlds in a maze of dreams and thoughts. | |
| What a bittersweet symphony life is, but | |
| I wouldn't have it any other way. |
| zuo qu : August Burns Red | |
| Don' t you understand me? | |
| This cloud over my head is not okay. | |
| There are things that | |
| I need to get done. | |
| The burden | |
| I have been carrying is not my idea of fun, and it doesn' t give you permission to take a shot below the belt. | |
| We have so little time, let' s not spend it in anger. | |
| I am in the deep end and can' t find air. | |
| I am throwing punches with a blindfold on. | |
| Stop riding my tail with your high beams on, because | |
| I may just brake suddenly. | |
| I would rather not explode that' s your job. | |
| I' m stuck in between two worlds in a maze of dreams and thoughts. | |
| What a bittersweet symphony life is, but | |
| I wouldn' t have it any other way. |
| zuò qǔ : August Burns Red | |
| Don' t you understand me? | |
| This cloud over my head is not okay. | |
| There are things that | |
| I need to get done. | |
| The burden | |
| I have been carrying is not my idea of fun, and it doesn' t give you permission to take a shot below the belt. | |
| We have so little time, let' s not spend it in anger. | |
| I am in the deep end and can' t find air. | |
| I am throwing punches with a blindfold on. | |
| Stop riding my tail with your high beams on, because | |
| I may just brake suddenly. | |
| I would rather not explode that' s your job. | |
| I' m stuck in between two worlds in a maze of dreams and thoughts. | |
| What a bittersweet symphony life is, but | |
| I wouldn' t have it any other way. |