If I Were Going Lyrics
| Song | If I Were Going |
| Artist | The Afghan Whigs |
| Album | Gentlemen |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dulli | |
| What should i tell her? | |
| She's going to ask | |
| If i ignore it, it gets uncomfortable | |
| She'll want to argue about the past | |
| Still i think she believes me | |
| Every word i say | |
| I think i'm starting to believe it all myself | |
| Go ask the gentlemen who play it | |
| But hate to pay | |
| And it don't bleed, and it don't breathe | |
| It's locked its jaws & now it's swallowing | |
| It's in our heart, it's in our heads | |
| It's in our love, baby, it's in our bed | |
| It holds my arms down, sits upon my chest | |
| It waves its finger at me every night & day | |
| And it don't rest | |
| And it don't breathe and it don't bleed | |
| It's locked its jaws and now it's swallowing | |
| It's all a lie, it's nearly dead | |
| It's in our hope, baby, it's in our bed |
| zuo ci : Dulli | |
| What should i tell her? | |
| She' s going to ask | |
| If i ignore it, it gets uncomfortable | |
| She' ll want to argue about the past | |
| Still i think she believes me | |
| Every word i say | |
| I think i' m starting to believe it all myself | |
| Go ask the gentlemen who play it | |
| But hate to pay | |
| And it don' t bleed, and it don' t breathe | |
| It' s locked its jaws now it' s swallowing | |
| It' s in our heart, it' s in our heads | |
| It' s in our love, baby, it' s in our bed | |
| It holds my arms down, sits upon my chest | |
| It waves its finger at me every night day | |
| And it don' t rest | |
| And it don' t breathe and it don' t bleed | |
| It' s locked its jaws and now it' s swallowing | |
| It' s all a lie, it' s nearly dead | |
| It' s in our hope, baby, it' s in our bed |
| zuò cí : Dulli | |
| What should i tell her? | |
| She' s going to ask | |
| If i ignore it, it gets uncomfortable | |
| She' ll want to argue about the past | |
| Still i think she believes me | |
| Every word i say | |
| I think i' m starting to believe it all myself | |
| Go ask the gentlemen who play it | |
| But hate to pay | |
| And it don' t bleed, and it don' t breathe | |
| It' s locked its jaws now it' s swallowing | |
| It' s in our heart, it' s in our heads | |
| It' s in our love, baby, it' s in our bed | |
| It holds my arms down, sits upon my chest | |
| It waves its finger at me every night day | |
| And it don' t rest | |
| And it don' t breathe and it don' t bleed | |
| It' s locked its jaws and now it' s swallowing | |
| It' s all a lie, it' s nearly dead | |
| It' s in our hope, baby, it' s in our bed |
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