| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Mattias Friberg |
| [00:01.00] | 作词 : Mattias Friberg |
| [01:15.000] | there, in the dust at my feet something flickered in the heat and then just like that it disappeared |
| [01:30.000] | last night the mutiny spread |
| [01:37.000] | the cops were on the run, the kids were out for blood |
| [01:44.000] | you can see for miles but there's not a thing in sight |
| [01:52.000] | not one sign of life |
| [01:56.000] | i've tried but i can't feel a thing |
| [02:04.000] | could this really be right |
| [02:08.000] | someday i will stop trying |
| [02:12.000] | fights for imitations of life |
| [02:19.000] | everything is predefined |
| [02:22.000] | no surprises, no defiance |
| [02:25.000] | you can see for miles but there's not a thing in sight |
| [02:33.000] | not one sign of life |
| [02:37.000] | but you can see for miles |
| [02:42.000] | for miles |
| [02:52.000] | the pool was ours for just a fraction of time in the cover of night |
| [03:03.000] | flashlights tight in our shaking hands, too rare to die |
| [04:41.000] | weekend comes in the wastelands |
| [04:45.000] | you're always, or at least sometimes, on my mind |
| [04:58.000] | disillusion tears new holes, miles wide, through an already empty space |
| [05:11.500] | coming to at the waters edge |
| [05:16.000] | i feel the waves embrace |
| [06:22.000] | you look so handsome on my bathroom floor, like the blond side of life |
| [06:34.000] | the scent of gasoline still fresh on your hands in the cold neon light |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Mattias Friberg |
| [00:01.00] | zuo ci : Mattias Friberg |
| [01:15.000] | there, in the dust at my feet something flickered in the heat and then just like that it disappeared |
| [01:30.000] | last night the mutiny spread |
| [01:37.000] | the cops were on the run, the kids were out for blood |
| [01:44.000] | you can see for miles but there' s not a thing in sight |
| [01:52.000] | not one sign of life |
| [01:56.000] | i' ve tried but i can' t feel a thing |
| [02:04.000] | could this really be right |
| [02:08.000] | someday i will stop trying |
| [02:12.000] | fights for imitations of life |
| [02:19.000] | everything is predefined |
| [02:22.000] | no surprises, no defiance |
| [02:25.000] | you can see for miles but there' s not a thing in sight |
| [02:33.000] | not one sign of life |
| [02:37.000] | but you can see for miles |
| [02:42.000] | for miles |
| [02:52.000] | the pool was ours for just a fraction of time in the cover of night |
| [03:03.000] | flashlights tight in our shaking hands, too rare to die |
| [04:41.000] | weekend comes in the wastelands |
| [04:45.000] | you' re always, or at least sometimes, on my mind |
| [04:58.000] | disillusion tears new holes, miles wide, through an already empty space |
| [05:11.500] | coming to at the waters edge |
| [05:16.000] | i feel the waves embrace |
| [06:22.000] | you look so handsome on my bathroom floor, like the blond side of life |
| [06:34.000] | the scent of gasoline still fresh on your hands in the cold neon light |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Mattias Friberg |
| [00:01.00] | zuò cí : Mattias Friberg |
| [01:15.000] | there, in the dust at my feet something flickered in the heat and then just like that it disappeared |
| [01:30.000] | last night the mutiny spread |
| [01:37.000] | the cops were on the run, the kids were out for blood |
| [01:44.000] | you can see for miles but there' s not a thing in sight |
| [01:52.000] | not one sign of life |
| [01:56.000] | i' ve tried but i can' t feel a thing |
| [02:04.000] | could this really be right |
| [02:08.000] | someday i will stop trying |
| [02:12.000] | fights for imitations of life |
| [02:19.000] | everything is predefined |
| [02:22.000] | no surprises, no defiance |
| [02:25.000] | you can see for miles but there' s not a thing in sight |
| [02:33.000] | not one sign of life |
| [02:37.000] | but you can see for miles |
| [02:42.000] | for miles |
| [02:52.000] | the pool was ours for just a fraction of time in the cover of night |
| [03:03.000] | flashlights tight in our shaking hands, too rare to die |
| [04:41.000] | weekend comes in the wastelands |
| [04:45.000] | you' re always, or at least sometimes, on my mind |
| [04:58.000] | disillusion tears new holes, miles wide, through an already empty space |
| [05:11.500] | coming to at the waters edge |
| [05:16.000] | i feel the waves embrace |
| [06:22.000] | you look so handsome on my bathroom floor, like the blond side of life |
| [06:34.000] | the scent of gasoline still fresh on your hands in the cold neon light |
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