| Song | A Man Alone |
| Artist | Finch |
| Album | Say Hello To Sunshine |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Finch | |
| Woke up this morning without a face | |
| I've fooled myself again | |
| I've sold myself again | |
| Another wasted day counting shades | |
| Of gray, another fool's attempt to fall from grace | |
| A casual line. | |
| A sip of wine to sympathize while you're laughing | |
| But on the inside | |
| I've lost the insight that just might be | |
| The truth... | |
| Old man loneliness is a son of a ***** | |
| Both hands bound, can't scratch the itch | |
| Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days | |
| Who could stand veins with friends like these? | |
| Pick my teeth out of the mud | |
| And sink the sun, what have you done? | |
| Cut the bandages, | |
| Remove the oxygen | |
| Hey man what's with that stupid grin? | |
| I cut and bleed myself along | |
| A man alone can do no wrong | |
| Another wasted day counting shades of gray | |
| Another fool's attempt to fall from grace | |
| Old man loneliness is a son of a ***** | |
| Both hands bound, can't scratch the itch | |
| Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days | |
| Who could stand veins with friends like these? | |
| Old man loneliness is a son of a ***** | |
| Both hands bound, can't scratch the itch | |
| Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days | |
| Who could stand veins with friends like these? | |
| No sympathy for the devil | |
| God gave him wings, God gave him wings | |
| No sympathy for the devil | |
| God gave him wings, God gave him wings | |
| "These hands; they've made for you | |
| (No sympathy for the devil) | |
| (God gave him wings, God gave him wings) | |
| your wings that stick to you." | |
| It's dirt beneath your fingertips | |
| It hurts to much to wait for it | |
| It's dirt beneath your fingertips | |
| It hurts to much to wait for it | |
| It's dirt beneath your fingertips | |
| It hurts to much to wait for this | |
| Old man loneliness is a son of a ***** | |
| Both hands bound, can't scratch the itch | |
| Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days | |
| Who could stand veins with friends like these? | |
| Old man loneliness is a son of a ***** | |
| Both hands bound, can't scratch the itch | |
| Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days | |
| Who could stand veins with friends like these? | |
| Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days | |
| Who could stand veins with friends like these? |
| zuo qu : Finch | |
| Woke up this morning without a face | |
| I' ve fooled myself again | |
| I' ve sold myself again | |
| Another wasted day counting shades | |
| Of gray, another fool' s attempt to fall from grace | |
| A casual line. | |
| A sip of wine to sympathize while you' re laughing | |
| But on the inside | |
| I' ve lost the insight that just might be | |
| The truth... | |
| Old man loneliness is a son of a | |
| Both hands bound, can' t scratch the itch | |
| Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days | |
| Who could stand veins with friends like these? | |
| Pick my teeth out of the mud | |
| And sink the sun, what have you done? | |
| Cut the bandages, | |
| Remove the oxygen | |
| Hey man what' s with that stupid grin? | |
| I cut and bleed myself along | |
| A man alone can do no wrong | |
| Another wasted day counting shades of gray | |
| Another fool' s attempt to fall from grace | |
| Old man loneliness is a son of a | |
| Both hands bound, can' t scratch the itch | |
| Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days | |
| Who could stand veins with friends like these? | |
| Old man loneliness is a son of a | |
| Both hands bound, can' t scratch the itch | |
| Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days | |
| Who could stand veins with friends like these? | |
| No sympathy for the devil | |
| God gave him wings, God gave him wings | |
| No sympathy for the devil | |
| God gave him wings, God gave him wings | |
| " These hands they' ve made for you | |
| No sympathy for the devil | |
| God gave him wings, God gave him wings | |
| your wings that stick to you." | |
| It' s dirt beneath your fingertips | |
| It hurts to much to wait for it | |
| It' s dirt beneath your fingertips | |
| It hurts to much to wait for it | |
| It' s dirt beneath your fingertips | |
| It hurts to much to wait for this | |
| Old man loneliness is a son of a | |
| Both hands bound, can' t scratch the itch | |
| Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days | |
| Who could stand veins with friends like these? | |
| Old man loneliness is a son of a | |
| Both hands bound, can' t scratch the itch | |
| Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days | |
| Who could stand veins with friends like these? | |
| Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days | |
| Who could stand veins with friends like these? |
| zuò qǔ : Finch | |
| Woke up this morning without a face | |
| I' ve fooled myself again | |
| I' ve sold myself again | |
| Another wasted day counting shades | |
| Of gray, another fool' s attempt to fall from grace | |
| A casual line. | |
| A sip of wine to sympathize while you' re laughing | |
| But on the inside | |
| I' ve lost the insight that just might be | |
| The truth... | |
| Old man loneliness is a son of a | |
| Both hands bound, can' t scratch the itch | |
| Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days | |
| Who could stand veins with friends like these? | |
| Pick my teeth out of the mud | |
| And sink the sun, what have you done? | |
| Cut the bandages, | |
| Remove the oxygen | |
| Hey man what' s with that stupid grin? | |
| I cut and bleed myself along | |
| A man alone can do no wrong | |
| Another wasted day counting shades of gray | |
| Another fool' s attempt to fall from grace | |
| Old man loneliness is a son of a | |
| Both hands bound, can' t scratch the itch | |
| Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days | |
| Who could stand veins with friends like these? | |
| Old man loneliness is a son of a | |
| Both hands bound, can' t scratch the itch | |
| Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days | |
| Who could stand veins with friends like these? | |
| No sympathy for the devil | |
| God gave him wings, God gave him wings | |
| No sympathy for the devil | |
| God gave him wings, God gave him wings | |
| " These hands they' ve made for you | |
| No sympathy for the devil | |
| God gave him wings, God gave him wings | |
| your wings that stick to you." | |
| It' s dirt beneath your fingertips | |
| It hurts to much to wait for it | |
| It' s dirt beneath your fingertips | |
| It hurts to much to wait for it | |
| It' s dirt beneath your fingertips | |
| It hurts to much to wait for this | |
| Old man loneliness is a son of a | |
| Both hands bound, can' t scratch the itch | |
| Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days | |
| Who could stand veins with friends like these? | |
| Old man loneliness is a son of a | |
| Both hands bound, can' t scratch the itch | |
| Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days | |
| Who could stand veins with friends like these? | |
| Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days | |
| Who could stand veins with friends like these? |