| 作词 : Abbi Mitchell-Morley | |
| 作曲 : Pavle Boskovic/Patrick Karvounis | |
| Quicksilver runnin' through my brain. | |
| High posing like a hurricane. | |
| Overhead there is a promising of rain. | |
| I can feel us burning once again. | |
| And I think I kinda like this feeling too much. | |
| And I think I kinda like this feeling too much. | |
| And I think I kinda like you too much, too much. | |
| And I think I kinda like that I'm in danger of loving bass. | |
| Quicksilver runnin' through my brain. | |
| High posing like a hurricane. | |
| Overhead there is a promising of rain. | |
| I can feel us burning once again. | |
| Ooh, hot like fire. Cool as can be. Never felt so good. | |
| And ooh, I'm in danger of loving bass more than I really should. | |
| And I think I kinda like you too much, too much. | |
| And I think I kinda like that I'm in danger of loving bass. | |
| Call it love. Call it fate. Call it real. Call it fake. | |
| Call it love. Call it fate. Know its real, but call it fake. | |
| Call it love. Call it fate. Call it real. Call it fake. | |
| Call it love. Call it fate. Know its real, but call it fake. | |
| Quicksilver runnin' through my brain. | |
| High posing like a hurricane. | |
| Overhead there is a promising of rain. | |
| I can feel us burning once again. | |
| Ooh, hot like fire. Cool as can be. Never felt so good. | |
| And ooh, I'm in danger of loving bass more than I really should. |
| zuo ci : Abbi MitchellMorley | |
| zuo qu : Pavle Boskovic Patrick Karvounis | |
| Quicksilver runnin' through my brain. | |
| High posing like a hurricane. | |
| Overhead there is a promising of rain. | |
| I can feel us burning once again. | |
| And I think I kinda like this feeling too much. | |
| And I think I kinda like this feeling too much. | |
| And I think I kinda like you too much, too much. | |
| And I think I kinda like that I' m in danger of loving bass. | |
| Quicksilver runnin' through my brain. | |
| High posing like a hurricane. | |
| Overhead there is a promising of rain. | |
| I can feel us burning once again. | |
| Ooh, hot like fire. Cool as can be. Never felt so good. | |
| And ooh, I' m in danger of loving bass more than I really should. | |
| And I think I kinda like you too much, too much. | |
| And I think I kinda like that I' m in danger of loving bass. | |
| Call it love. Call it fate. Call it real. Call it fake. | |
| Call it love. Call it fate. Know its real, but call it fake. | |
| Call it love. Call it fate. Call it real. Call it fake. | |
| Call it love. Call it fate. Know its real, but call it fake. | |
| Quicksilver runnin' through my brain. | |
| High posing like a hurricane. | |
| Overhead there is a promising of rain. | |
| I can feel us burning once again. | |
| Ooh, hot like fire. Cool as can be. Never felt so good. | |
| And ooh, I' m in danger of loving bass more than I really should. |
| zuò cí : Abbi MitchellMorley | |
| zuò qǔ : Pavle Boskovic Patrick Karvounis | |
| Quicksilver runnin' through my brain. | |
| High posing like a hurricane. | |
| Overhead there is a promising of rain. | |
| I can feel us burning once again. | |
| And I think I kinda like this feeling too much. | |
| And I think I kinda like this feeling too much. | |
| And I think I kinda like you too much, too much. | |
| And I think I kinda like that I' m in danger of loving bass. | |
| Quicksilver runnin' through my brain. | |
| High posing like a hurricane. | |
| Overhead there is a promising of rain. | |
| I can feel us burning once again. | |
| Ooh, hot like fire. Cool as can be. Never felt so good. | |
| And ooh, I' m in danger of loving bass more than I really should. | |
| And I think I kinda like you too much, too much. | |
| And I think I kinda like that I' m in danger of loving bass. | |
| Call it love. Call it fate. Call it real. Call it fake. | |
| Call it love. Call it fate. Know its real, but call it fake. | |
| Call it love. Call it fate. Call it real. Call it fake. | |
| Call it love. Call it fate. Know its real, but call it fake. | |
| Quicksilver runnin' through my brain. | |
| High posing like a hurricane. | |
| Overhead there is a promising of rain. | |
| I can feel us burning once again. | |
| Ooh, hot like fire. Cool as can be. Never felt so good. | |
| And ooh, I' m in danger of loving bass more than I really should. |
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