| 作曲 : Sparta | |
| Grew up on a man made line | |
| That's left me warm | |
| Count your blessings, you're the lucky one | |
| The view from this window | |
| Is frail and brittle | |
| And I've done nothing to change anything | |
| These hills in our hometown | |
| Disguise the beaten down | |
| Can't turn a blind eye anymore | |
| I was raised in a certain way | |
| And I think | |
| I've let you down | |
| So I change my ways and | |
| I'll find a brand new path | |
| Let's crash these gates and join this party | |
| I want to be welcomed not just tolerated | |
| I'm watching my own eyes | |
| Looking for truth | |
| I started doubting but fell into the pool | |
| This resolutions firm and panic sets in | |
| In order to grow you must be open to learn | |
| Grew up on a man made line | |
| That's left me empty | |
| I've seen these scenes | |
| Haunt me in my dreams | |
| I've just begun to question why | |
| How could | |
| I forget Imaginary splits | |
| Don't have a thing a to do with life |
| zuo qu : Sparta | |
| Grew up on a man made line | |
| That' s left me warm | |
| Count your blessings, you' re the lucky one | |
| The view from this window | |
| Is frail and brittle | |
| And I' ve done nothing to change anything | |
| These hills in our hometown | |
| Disguise the beaten down | |
| Can' t turn a blind eye anymore | |
| I was raised in a certain way | |
| And I think | |
| I' ve let you down | |
| So I change my ways and | |
| I' ll find a brand new path | |
| Let' s crash these gates and join this party | |
| I want to be welcomed not just tolerated | |
| I' m watching my own eyes | |
| Looking for truth | |
| I started doubting but fell into the pool | |
| This resolutions firm and panic sets in | |
| In order to grow you must be open to learn | |
| Grew up on a man made line | |
| That' s left me empty | |
| I' ve seen these scenes | |
| Haunt me in my dreams | |
| I' ve just begun to question why | |
| How could | |
| I forget Imaginary splits | |
| Don' t have a thing a to do with life |
| zuò qǔ : Sparta | |
| Grew up on a man made line | |
| That' s left me warm | |
| Count your blessings, you' re the lucky one | |
| The view from this window | |
| Is frail and brittle | |
| And I' ve done nothing to change anything | |
| These hills in our hometown | |
| Disguise the beaten down | |
| Can' t turn a blind eye anymore | |
| I was raised in a certain way | |
| And I think | |
| I' ve let you down | |
| So I change my ways and | |
| I' ll find a brand new path | |
| Let' s crash these gates and join this party | |
| I want to be welcomed not just tolerated | |
| I' m watching my own eyes | |
| Looking for truth | |
| I started doubting but fell into the pool | |
| This resolutions firm and panic sets in | |
| In order to grow you must be open to learn | |
| Grew up on a man made line | |
| That' s left me empty | |
| I' ve seen these scenes | |
| Haunt me in my dreams | |
| I' ve just begun to question why | |
| How could | |
| I forget Imaginary splits | |
| Don' t have a thing a to do with life |
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