| Song | The Belle of the Ball |
| Artist | Beneath the Sky |
| Album | The Day the Music Died |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Beneath The Sky, Nelson | |
| From all the promises I've made. | |
| I never learned to keep shit. | |
| It's not my fault you fell in love, | |
| With a theif and a liar. | |
| You've burned all of the pages. | |
| That brings back the man of your dreams, | |
| A world for you and I. | |
| And everybody else. | |
| Funny, | |
| How I use to think that dreams come true, | |
| Somebody please tell me that I'm still asleep. | |
| And this will go away. | |
| Let's raise our glasses and drink ourselves away, | |
| This is just another picture perfect romance. | |
| Being set up for the kill. | |
| Chop up three lines of snow, | |
| Shoot it up, | |
| Get your fix and let yourself go. | |
| She feels real good tonight. | |
| All dressed up for the ball. | |
| Funny, | |
| How I use to think that dreams come true. | |
| Somebody please tell me that I'm still asleep, | |
| And this will go away. | |
| Let's raise our glasses and drink ourselves away. | |
| This is just another picture perfect romance. | |
| Being set up for the kill. | |
| Shoot it up, | |
| Get your fix, and let yourself go.... | |
| From all the promises you've made. | |
| You never learned to keep shit. | |
| It's not my fault I fell in love with a slut and a whore. | |
| Trapped in this lonley cage. | |
| Crawling to find a way, | |
| Out of here, will you help me escape? | |
| Don't attack me while I'm barley breathing. | |
| It will, hit so hard | |
| Keep coming with, | |
| All of your projects | |
| It wont, take so long | |
| To tell you, its all over | |
| Feels like home. | |
| Feels like home. | |
| Feels like home. | |
| Feels like home. | |
| Wash the dirt out from my veins | |
| Sweating till there's no love in here. | |
| It's tougher than you thought it would be. | |
| Tonight's the night, | |
| Will you take the beating? | |
| It will, hit so hard | |
| Keep coming with, | |
| All of your projects | |
| It wont, take so long | |
| To tell you, its all over | |
| Feels like home. | |
| Feels like home. | |
| Feels like home. | |
| Feels like home. | |
| Why don't you stay away | |
| From what will hurt you? | |
| Why won't you break away | |
| From things that hurt you? | |
| Feels like home. | |
| Feels like home. | |
| Feels like home. | |
| Feels like home. | |
| Drifting away. | |
| Take everything we are |
| zuo qu : Beneath The Sky, Nelson | |
| From all the promises I' ve made. | |
| I never learned to keep shit. | |
| It' s not my fault you fell in love, | |
| With a theif and a liar. | |
| You' ve burned all of the pages. | |
| That brings back the man of your dreams, | |
| A world for you and I. | |
| And everybody else. | |
| Funny, | |
| How I use to think that dreams come true, | |
| Somebody please tell me that I' m still asleep. | |
| And this will go away. | |
| Let' s raise our glasses and drink ourselves away, | |
| This is just another picture perfect romance. | |
| Being set up for the kill. | |
| Chop up three lines of snow, | |
| Shoot it up, | |
| Get your fix and let yourself go. | |
| She feels real good tonight. | |
| All dressed up for the ball. | |
| Funny, | |
| How I use to think that dreams come true. | |
| Somebody please tell me that I' m still asleep, | |
| And this will go away. | |
| Let' s raise our glasses and drink ourselves away. | |
| This is just another picture perfect romance. | |
| Being set up for the kill. | |
| Shoot it up, | |
| Get your fix, and let yourself go.... | |
| From all the promises you' ve made. | |
| You never learned to keep shit. | |
| It' s not my fault I fell in love with a slut and a whore. | |
| Trapped in this lonley cage. | |
| Crawling to find a way, | |
| Out of here, will you help me escape? | |
| Don' t attack me while I' m barley breathing. | |
| It will, hit so hard | |
| Keep coming with, | |
| All of your projects | |
| It wont, take so long | |
| To tell you, its all over | |
| Feels like home. | |
| Feels like home. | |
| Feels like home. | |
| Feels like home. | |
| Wash the dirt out from my veins | |
| Sweating till there' s no love in here. | |
| It' s tougher than you thought it would be. | |
| Tonight' s the night, | |
| Will you take the beating? | |
| It will, hit so hard | |
| Keep coming with, | |
| All of your projects | |
| It wont, take so long | |
| To tell you, its all over | |
| Feels like home. | |
| Feels like home. | |
| Feels like home. | |
| Feels like home. | |
| Why don' t you stay away | |
| From what will hurt you? | |
| Why won' t you break away | |
| From things that hurt you? | |
| Feels like home. | |
| Feels like home. | |
| Feels like home. | |
| Feels like home. | |
| Drifting away. | |
| Take everything we are |
| zuò qǔ : Beneath The Sky, Nelson | |
| From all the promises I' ve made. | |
| I never learned to keep shit. | |
| It' s not my fault you fell in love, | |
| With a theif and a liar. | |
| You' ve burned all of the pages. | |
| That brings back the man of your dreams, | |
| A world for you and I. | |
| And everybody else. | |
| Funny, | |
| How I use to think that dreams come true, | |
| Somebody please tell me that I' m still asleep. | |
| And this will go away. | |
| Let' s raise our glasses and drink ourselves away, | |
| This is just another picture perfect romance. | |
| Being set up for the kill. | |
| Chop up three lines of snow, | |
| Shoot it up, | |
| Get your fix and let yourself go. | |
| She feels real good tonight. | |
| All dressed up for the ball. | |
| Funny, | |
| How I use to think that dreams come true. | |
| Somebody please tell me that I' m still asleep, | |
| And this will go away. | |
| Let' s raise our glasses and drink ourselves away. | |
| This is just another picture perfect romance. | |
| Being set up for the kill. | |
| Shoot it up, | |
| Get your fix, and let yourself go.... | |
| From all the promises you' ve made. | |
| You never learned to keep shit. | |
| It' s not my fault I fell in love with a slut and a whore. | |
| Trapped in this lonley cage. | |
| Crawling to find a way, | |
| Out of here, will you help me escape? | |
| Don' t attack me while I' m barley breathing. | |
| It will, hit so hard | |
| Keep coming with, | |
| All of your projects | |
| It wont, take so long | |
| To tell you, its all over | |
| Feels like home. | |
| Feels like home. | |
| Feels like home. | |
| Feels like home. | |
| Wash the dirt out from my veins | |
| Sweating till there' s no love in here. | |
| It' s tougher than you thought it would be. | |
| Tonight' s the night, | |
| Will you take the beating? | |
| It will, hit so hard | |
| Keep coming with, | |
| All of your projects | |
| It wont, take so long | |
| To tell you, its all over | |
| Feels like home. | |
| Feels like home. | |
| Feels like home. | |
| Feels like home. | |
| Why don' t you stay away | |
| From what will hurt you? | |
| Why won' t you break away | |
| From things that hurt you? | |
| Feels like home. | |
| Feels like home. | |
| Feels like home. | |
| Feels like home. | |
| Drifting away. | |
| Take everything we are |