| Song | Traded for Fire - normal |
| Artist | Dolorean |
| Album | Not Exotic |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : James | |
| It wasn’t my fault | |
| She led me here | |
| Canadian plains | |
| To disappear | |
| It started one night | |
| I had too much | |
| Of being alone | |
| Of collecting dust | |
| So I went to see her | |
| Like a thief in the night | |
| I gave her my death | |
| And stole from her life | |
| And it killed me each time | |
| That I saw her man | |
| A friend of mine | |
| If you could call me a friend | |
| And on Sunday morning | |
| The preacher preached on deceit | |
| He spoke of a fire | |
| Of unspeakable heat | |
| So now I drive | |
| Across frozen plains | |
| Nowhere to hide | |
| Just to escape | |
| I traded it all | |
| To match my desire | |
| I traded it all | |
| I traded for fire | |
| I traded for fire | |
| And Father forgive me | |
| Because I knew | |
| What I was doing | |
| I set a snare | |
| For myself and fell headlong | |
| Into ruin | |
| Don’t let me settle | |
| Down in a small northern town | |
| To die | |
| Burn my lips | |
| With coals and burn my insides |
| zuo qu : James | |
| It wasn' t my fault | |
| She led me here | |
| Canadian plains | |
| To disappear | |
| It started one night | |
| I had too much | |
| Of being alone | |
| Of collecting dust | |
| So I went to see her | |
| Like a thief in the night | |
| I gave her my death | |
| And stole from her life | |
| And it killed me each time | |
| That I saw her man | |
| A friend of mine | |
| If you could call me a friend | |
| And on Sunday morning | |
| The preacher preached on deceit | |
| He spoke of a fire | |
| Of unspeakable heat | |
| So now I drive | |
| Across frozen plains | |
| Nowhere to hide | |
| Just to escape | |
| I traded it all | |
| To match my desire | |
| I traded it all | |
| I traded for fire | |
| I traded for fire | |
| And Father forgive me | |
| Because I knew | |
| What I was doing | |
| I set a snare | |
| For myself and fell headlong | |
| Into ruin | |
| Don' t let me settle | |
| Down in a small northern town | |
| To die | |
| Burn my lips | |
| With coals and burn my insides |
| zuò qǔ : James | |
| It wasn' t my fault | |
| She led me here | |
| Canadian plains | |
| To disappear | |
| It started one night | |
| I had too much | |
| Of being alone | |
| Of collecting dust | |
| So I went to see her | |
| Like a thief in the night | |
| I gave her my death | |
| And stole from her life | |
| And it killed me each time | |
| That I saw her man | |
| A friend of mine | |
| If you could call me a friend | |
| And on Sunday morning | |
| The preacher preached on deceit | |
| He spoke of a fire | |
| Of unspeakable heat | |
| So now I drive | |
| Across frozen plains | |
| Nowhere to hide | |
| Just to escape | |
| I traded it all | |
| To match my desire | |
| I traded it all | |
| I traded for fire | |
| I traded for fire | |
| And Father forgive me | |
| Because I knew | |
| What I was doing | |
| I set a snare | |
| For myself and fell headlong | |
| Into ruin | |
| Don' t let me settle | |
| Down in a small northern town | |
| To die | |
| Burn my lips | |
| With coals and burn my insides |