| Song | Paper In Fire |
| Artist | John Mellencamp |
| Album | The Lonesome Jubilee |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : John Mellencamp | |
| 作词 : Mellencamp | |
| She had a dream | |
| And boy it was a good one | |
| So she chased after her dream | |
| With much desire | |
| But when she get too close | |
| To her expectations | |
| Well the dream burned up | |
| Like paper in fire | |
| Chorus: | |
| Paper in fire | |
| Stinkin?up the ashtrays | |
| Paper in fire | |
| Smokin?up the alleyways | |
| Who愀 to say the way | |
| A man should spend his days | |
| Do you let them smolder | |
| Like paper in fire | |
| He wanted love | |
| With no involvement | |
| So he chased the wind | |
| That愀 all his silly life required | |
| And the days of vanity | |
| Went on forever | |
| And he saw his days burn up | |
| Like paper in fire | |
| Chorus: | |
| Paper in fire | |
| Stinkin?up the ashtrays | |
| Paper in fire | |
| Smokin?up the alleyways | |
| Who愀 to say the way | |
| A man should spend his days | |
| Do you let them smolder | |
| Like paper in fire | |
| There愀 a good life | |
| Right across the green fields | |
| And each generation | |
| Stares at it from afar | |
| But we keep no check | |
| On our appetites | |
| So the green fields turn to brown | |
| Like paper in fire | |
| Chorus: | |
| Paper in fire | |
| Stinkin?up the ashtrays | |
| Paper in fire | |
| Smokin?up the alleyways | |
| Who愀 to say the way | |
| A man should spend his days | |
| Do you let them smolder | |
| Like paper in fire |
| zuo qu : John Mellencamp | |
| zuo ci : Mellencamp | |
| She had a dream | |
| And boy it was a good one | |
| So she chased after her dream | |
| With much desire | |
| But when she get too close | |
| To her expectations | |
| Well the dream burned up | |
| Like paper in fire | |
| Chorus: | |
| Paper in fire | |
| Stinkin? up the ashtrays | |
| Paper in fire | |
| Smokin? up the alleyways | |
| Who qiao to say the way | |
| A man should spend his days | |
| Do you let them smolder | |
| Like paper in fire | |
| He wanted love | |
| With no involvement | |
| So he chased the wind | |
| That qiao all his silly life required | |
| And the days of vanity | |
| Went on forever | |
| And he saw his days burn up | |
| Like paper in fire | |
| Chorus: | |
| Paper in fire | |
| Stinkin? up the ashtrays | |
| Paper in fire | |
| Smokin? up the alleyways | |
| Who qiao to say the way | |
| A man should spend his days | |
| Do you let them smolder | |
| Like paper in fire | |
| There qiao a good life | |
| Right across the green fields | |
| And each generation | |
| Stares at it from afar | |
| But we keep no check | |
| On our appetites | |
| So the green fields turn to brown | |
| Like paper in fire | |
| Chorus: | |
| Paper in fire | |
| Stinkin? up the ashtrays | |
| Paper in fire | |
| Smokin? up the alleyways | |
| Who qiao to say the way | |
| A man should spend his days | |
| Do you let them smolder | |
| Like paper in fire |
| zuò qǔ : John Mellencamp | |
| zuò cí : Mellencamp | |
| She had a dream | |
| And boy it was a good one | |
| So she chased after her dream | |
| With much desire | |
| But when she get too close | |
| To her expectations | |
| Well the dream burned up | |
| Like paper in fire | |
| Chorus: | |
| Paper in fire | |
| Stinkin? up the ashtrays | |
| Paper in fire | |
| Smokin? up the alleyways | |
| Who qiǎo to say the way | |
| A man should spend his days | |
| Do you let them smolder | |
| Like paper in fire | |
| He wanted love | |
| With no involvement | |
| So he chased the wind | |
| That qiǎo all his silly life required | |
| And the days of vanity | |
| Went on forever | |
| And he saw his days burn up | |
| Like paper in fire | |
| Chorus: | |
| Paper in fire | |
| Stinkin? up the ashtrays | |
| Paper in fire | |
| Smokin? up the alleyways | |
| Who qiǎo to say the way | |
| A man should spend his days | |
| Do you let them smolder | |
| Like paper in fire | |
| There qiǎo a good life | |
| Right across the green fields | |
| And each generation | |
| Stares at it from afar | |
| But we keep no check | |
| On our appetites | |
| So the green fields turn to brown | |
| Like paper in fire | |
| Chorus: | |
| Paper in fire | |
| Stinkin? up the ashtrays | |
| Paper in fire | |
| Smokin? up the alleyways | |
| Who qiǎo to say the way | |
| A man should spend his days | |
| Do you let them smolder | |
| Like paper in fire |