| Song | Lose |
| Artist | Dinosaur Jr. |
| Album | Chocomel Daze (Live 1987) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Barlow | |
| Can't believe a single word I've said | |
| And every subject's the only one that's dead | |
| And there's nothing from my side | |
| Just yourself | |
| You'll split | |
| I'll begin | |
| 'Bout to fight | |
| Greatest stories pass, in my mind | |
| Must be a better way to pass my time | |
| To think the focus just belongs to me | |
| Selfish man, I know I'm nothing to me | |
| So when I thought I had more to say | |
| Swimmin' in my head | |
| Chained to this corpse | |
| For one more day | |
| Little lies start around | |
| Not a show, feel so down | |
| And I struggle right inside out | |
| Reach the wall, and spiral down | |
| Retchedness | |
| And I'm hardly standing still | |
| I'll be there | |
| Sometimes thinking right | |
| I can't believe I was chosen to exist | |
| 'Cause only Jesus Christ himself can even exist, he says | |
| So though we kill this need to always understand | |
| Cut the world and tell me it fits on the back of your hand |
| zuo ci : Barlow | |
| Can' t believe a single word I' ve said | |
| And every subject' s the only one that' s dead | |
| And there' s nothing from my side | |
| Just yourself | |
| You' ll split | |
| I' ll begin | |
| ' Bout to fight | |
| Greatest stories pass, in my mind | |
| Must be a better way to pass my time | |
| To think the focus just belongs to me | |
| Selfish man, I know I' m nothing to me | |
| So when I thought I had more to say | |
| Swimmin' in my head | |
| Chained to this corpse | |
| For one more day | |
| Little lies start around | |
| Not a show, feel so down | |
| And I struggle right inside out | |
| Reach the wall, and spiral down | |
| Retchedness | |
| And I' m hardly standing still | |
| I' ll be there | |
| Sometimes thinking right | |
| I can' t believe I was chosen to exist | |
| ' Cause only Jesus Christ himself can even exist, he says | |
| So though we kill this need to always understand | |
| Cut the world and tell me it fits on the back of your hand |
| zuò cí : Barlow | |
| Can' t believe a single word I' ve said | |
| And every subject' s the only one that' s dead | |
| And there' s nothing from my side | |
| Just yourself | |
| You' ll split | |
| I' ll begin | |
| ' Bout to fight | |
| Greatest stories pass, in my mind | |
| Must be a better way to pass my time | |
| To think the focus just belongs to me | |
| Selfish man, I know I' m nothing to me | |
| So when I thought I had more to say | |
| Swimmin' in my head | |
| Chained to this corpse | |
| For one more day | |
| Little lies start around | |
| Not a show, feel so down | |
| And I struggle right inside out | |
| Reach the wall, and spiral down | |
| Retchedness | |
| And I' m hardly standing still | |
| I' ll be there | |
| Sometimes thinking right | |
| I can' t believe I was chosen to exist | |
| ' Cause only Jesus Christ himself can even exist, he says | |
| So though we kill this need to always understand | |
| Cut the world and tell me it fits on the back of your hand |