| Song | Sleeperhold - normal |
| Artist | Dolorean |
| Album | Not Exotic |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : James | |
| I was there I heard the crackling of the palms | |
| He came upstairs and had the curtains drawn | |
| This is my body | |
| Keep your stomachs full | |
| This is my blood | |
| Let's get drunk on soul | |
| Got me in a sleeperhold | |
| And you won't let me go | |
| Blessed are those who have no clothes | |
| For sunlight is their fashion | |
| And blessed is he who sleeps on the streets | |
| But his roof is sheltering sky | |
| And blessed be the broken one | |
| For whom grace daily unfolds | |
| Got me in a sleeperhold | |
| And you won't let me go | |
| I was dropped down on a dirt brown field | |
| I watched the sun rise over me | |
| I wanted the heavens to open like a saloon door | |
| But all I heard was a cock crow | |
| What have I done? I cried inside | |
| And my spine turned ice cold | |
| Got me in a sleeperhold | |
| And you won't let me go | |
| I`m tapping out | |
| I'm tapping out | |
| I'm tapping out | |
| Cause it's all too beautiful | |
| I`m blacking out | |
| I'm blacking out | |
| I'm blacking out | |
| But I don't want to go | |
| I'm blacking out | |
| But I don't want to go |
| zuo qu : James | |
| I was there I heard the crackling of the palms | |
| He came upstairs and had the curtains drawn | |
| This is my body | |
| Keep your stomachs full | |
| This is my blood | |
| Let' s get drunk on soul | |
| Got me in a sleeperhold | |
| And you won' t let me go | |
| Blessed are those who have no clothes | |
| For sunlight is their fashion | |
| And blessed is he who sleeps on the streets | |
| But his roof is sheltering sky | |
| And blessed be the broken one | |
| For whom grace daily unfolds | |
| Got me in a sleeperhold | |
| And you won' t let me go | |
| I was dropped down on a dirt brown field | |
| I watched the sun rise over me | |
| I wanted the heavens to open like a saloon door | |
| But all I heard was a cock crow | |
| What have I done? I cried inside | |
| And my spine turned ice cold | |
| Got me in a sleeperhold | |
| And you won' t let me go | |
| I m tapping out | |
| I' m tapping out | |
| I' m tapping out | |
| Cause it' s all too beautiful | |
| I m blacking out | |
| I' m blacking out | |
| I' m blacking out | |
| But I don' t want to go | |
| I' m blacking out | |
| But I don' t want to go |
| zuò qǔ : James | |
| I was there I heard the crackling of the palms | |
| He came upstairs and had the curtains drawn | |
| This is my body | |
| Keep your stomachs full | |
| This is my blood | |
| Let' s get drunk on soul | |
| Got me in a sleeperhold | |
| And you won' t let me go | |
| Blessed are those who have no clothes | |
| For sunlight is their fashion | |
| And blessed is he who sleeps on the streets | |
| But his roof is sheltering sky | |
| And blessed be the broken one | |
| For whom grace daily unfolds | |
| Got me in a sleeperhold | |
| And you won' t let me go | |
| I was dropped down on a dirt brown field | |
| I watched the sun rise over me | |
| I wanted the heavens to open like a saloon door | |
| But all I heard was a cock crow | |
| What have I done? I cried inside | |
| And my spine turned ice cold | |
| Got me in a sleeperhold | |
| And you won' t let me go | |
| I m tapping out | |
| I' m tapping out | |
| I' m tapping out | |
| Cause it' s all too beautiful | |
| I m blacking out | |
| I' m blacking out | |
| I' m blacking out | |
| But I don' t want to go | |
| I' m blacking out | |
| But I don' t want to go |