| Song | Gasoline |
| Artist | The Airborne Toxic Event |
| Album | The Airborne Toxic Event |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:42.458] | All the time, awake |
| [00:44.598] | You're still on my mind |
| [00:47.189] | But we were on our own |
| [00:49.698] | Almost all the time |
| [00:50.918] | |
| [00:51.298] | And she'll step away |
| [00:53.458] | For a second or two |
| [00:55.748] | And I close my eyes |
| [00:57.948] | And I think of you |
| [01:00.448] | We were only seventeen |
| [01:00.589] | |
| [01:03.389] | We were holding in our screams |
| [01:04.998] | Like we'd torn it from the pages |
| [01:07.118] | Of some lipstick magazine |
| [01:09.688] | And you scratch and turn |
| [01:12.980] | And say, "let's burn ourselves up 'til we scream" |
| [01:16.959] | Like gasoline |
| [01:18.488] | |
| [01:42.519] | Those tender days |
| [01:44.558] | At your mother's house |
| [01:47.308] | And your father would find |
| [01:48.727] | My hand inside your blouse |
| [01:51.138] | |
| [01:51.338] | But they tell me that |
| [01:53.378] | You're married now |
| [01:55.918] | Oh my dear, I fear |
| [01:57.698] | I can't understand how |
| [01:59.918] | |
| [02:00.378] | We were only seventeen |
| [02:02.748] | We were holding back our screams |
| [02:04.899] | Like we'd torn our lives from the pages |
| [02:07.238] | Of some girly magazines |
| [02:09.639] | And you scratch and turn |
| [02:11.320] | And say, "let's burn these sheets down to the seams" |
| [02:16.800] | Like gasoline |
| [02:18.600] | |
| [02:41.700] | I was only twenty one |
| [02:44.0] | I wasn't having any fun |
| [02:46.260] | And the words you said |
| [02:48.900] | Tore through my head |
| [02:50.900] | Like bullets from a gun |
| [02:53.180] | And I shoulda just shown up and said, |
| [02:58.490] | "Get in this car, let's run" |
| [02:59.990] | |
| [03:00.220] | And these years have seen |
| [03:00.950] | So many imitations turning green |
| [03:02.930] | Each like the last, they go right past, |
| [03:05.380] | Like credits on a screen |
| [03:07.350] | But your memory blazes through me |
| [03:09.920] | Burning everything |
| [03:14.560] | Like gasoline |
| [03:16.780] | Like gasoline |
| [03:19.100] | Like gasoline |
| [00:42.458] | All the time, awake |
| [00:44.598] | You' re still on my mind |
| [00:47.189] | But we were on our own |
| [00:49.698] | Almost all the time |
| [00:50.918] | |
| [00:51.298] | And she' ll step away |
| [00:53.458] | For a second or two |
| [00:55.748] | And I close my eyes |
| [00:57.948] | And I think of you |
| [01:00.448] | We were only seventeen |
| [01:00.589] | |
| [01:03.389] | We were holding in our screams |
| [01:04.998] | Like we' d torn it from the pages |
| [01:07.118] | Of some lipstick magazine |
| [01:09.688] | And you scratch and turn |
| [01:12.980] | And say, " let' s burn ourselves up ' til we scream" |
| [01:16.959] | Like gasoline |
| [01:18.488] | |
| [01:42.519] | Those tender days |
| [01:44.558] | At your mother' s house |
| [01:47.308] | And your father would find |
| [01:48.727] | My hand inside your blouse |
| [01:51.138] | |
| [01:51.338] | But they tell me that |
| [01:53.378] | You' re married now |
| [01:55.918] | Oh my dear, I fear |
| [01:57.698] | I can' t understand how |
| [01:59.918] | |
| [02:00.378] | We were only seventeen |
| [02:02.748] | We were holding back our screams |
| [02:04.899] | Like we' d torn our lives from the pages |
| [02:07.238] | Of some girly magazines |
| [02:09.639] | And you scratch and turn |
| [02:11.320] | And say, " let' s burn these sheets down to the seams" |
| [02:16.800] | Like gasoline |
| [02:18.600] | |
| [02:41.700] | I was only twenty one |
| [02:44.0] | I wasn' t having any fun |
| [02:46.260] | And the words you said |
| [02:48.900] | Tore through my head |
| [02:50.900] | Like bullets from a gun |
| [02:53.180] | And I shoulda just shown up and said, |
| [02:58.490] | " Get in this car, let' s run" |
| [02:59.990] | |
| [03:00.220] | And these years have seen |
| [03:00.950] | So many imitations turning green |
| [03:02.930] | Each like the last, they go right past, |
| [03:05.380] | Like credits on a screen |
| [03:07.350] | But your memory blazes through me |
| [03:09.920] | Burning everything |
| [03:14.560] | Like gasoline |
| [03:16.780] | Like gasoline |
| [03:19.100] | Like gasoline |
| [00:42.458] | All the time, awake |
| [00:44.598] | You' re still on my mind |
| [00:47.189] | But we were on our own |
| [00:49.698] | Almost all the time |
| [00:50.918] | |
| [00:51.298] | And she' ll step away |
| [00:53.458] | For a second or two |
| [00:55.748] | And I close my eyes |
| [00:57.948] | And I think of you |
| [01:00.448] | We were only seventeen |
| [01:00.589] | |
| [01:03.389] | We were holding in our screams |
| [01:04.998] | Like we' d torn it from the pages |
| [01:07.118] | Of some lipstick magazine |
| [01:09.688] | And you scratch and turn |
| [01:12.980] | And say, " let' s burn ourselves up ' til we scream" |
| [01:16.959] | Like gasoline |
| [01:18.488] | |
| [01:42.519] | Those tender days |
| [01:44.558] | At your mother' s house |
| [01:47.308] | And your father would find |
| [01:48.727] | My hand inside your blouse |
| [01:51.138] | |
| [01:51.338] | But they tell me that |
| [01:53.378] | You' re married now |
| [01:55.918] | Oh my dear, I fear |
| [01:57.698] | I can' t understand how |
| [01:59.918] | |
| [02:00.378] | We were only seventeen |
| [02:02.748] | We were holding back our screams |
| [02:04.899] | Like we' d torn our lives from the pages |
| [02:07.238] | Of some girly magazines |
| [02:09.639] | And you scratch and turn |
| [02:11.320] | And say, " let' s burn these sheets down to the seams" |
| [02:16.800] | Like gasoline |
| [02:18.600] | |
| [02:41.700] | I was only twenty one |
| [02:44.0] | I wasn' t having any fun |
| [02:46.260] | And the words you said |
| [02:48.900] | Tore through my head |
| [02:50.900] | Like bullets from a gun |
| [02:53.180] | And I shoulda just shown up and said, |
| [02:58.490] | " Get in this car, let' s run" |
| [02:59.990] | |
| [03:00.220] | And these years have seen |
| [03:00.950] | So many imitations turning green |
| [03:02.930] | Each like the last, they go right past, |
| [03:05.380] | Like credits on a screen |
| [03:07.350] | But your memory blazes through me |
| [03:09.920] | Burning everything |
| [03:14.560] | Like gasoline |
| [03:16.780] | Like gasoline |
| [03:19.100] | Like gasoline |