| 作曲 : Cleaver, Wussy | |
| Mother-daughter banquet at the Bethel Baptist Church. | |
| You forgot her. That was bad, but I did something worse. | |
| Bitter memories will lessen as you live. | |
| "Bygones are bygones," she says as she forgives, | |
| But I can tell this will not end well. | |
| I beg your pardon if what I've done has thrown you off your course. | |
| It's kindergarten, and you're jumping on a dead and bloated horse. | |
| Teacher tells you she'll snatch you from your shoes. | |
| You think about it, and the answer that you chose is "Go to hell." | |
| This will not end well. | |
| If it's now or never, never is the one that's gonna win. | |
| Then there's forever - we're waiting on forever to begin. | |
| Our days are numbered, and the hour is drawing near. | |
| Call me a killjoy, but I don't think I hear those wedding bells. | |
| This will not end will. |
| zuo qu : Cleaver, Wussy | |
| Motherdaughter banquet at the Bethel Baptist Church. | |
| You forgot her. That was bad, but I did something worse. | |
| Bitter memories will lessen as you live. | |
| " Bygones are bygones," she says as she forgives, | |
| But I can tell this will not end well. | |
| I beg your pardon if what I' ve done has thrown you off your course. | |
| It' s kindergarten, and you' re jumping on a dead and bloated horse. | |
| Teacher tells you she' ll snatch you from your shoes. | |
| You think about it, and the answer that you chose is " Go to hell." | |
| This will not end well. | |
| If it' s now or never, never is the one that' s gonna win. | |
| Then there' s forever we' re waiting on forever to begin. | |
| Our days are numbered, and the hour is drawing near. | |
| Call me a killjoy, but I don' t think I hear those wedding bells. | |
| This will not end will. |
| zuò qǔ : Cleaver, Wussy | |
| Motherdaughter banquet at the Bethel Baptist Church. | |
| You forgot her. That was bad, but I did something worse. | |
| Bitter memories will lessen as you live. | |
| " Bygones are bygones," she says as she forgives, | |
| But I can tell this will not end well. | |
| I beg your pardon if what I' ve done has thrown you off your course. | |
| It' s kindergarten, and you' re jumping on a dead and bloated horse. | |
| Teacher tells you she' ll snatch you from your shoes. | |
| You think about it, and the answer that you chose is " Go to hell." | |
| This will not end well. | |
| If it' s now or never, never is the one that' s gonna win. | |
| Then there' s forever we' re waiting on forever to begin. | |
| Our days are numbered, and the hour is drawing near. | |
| Call me a killjoy, but I don' t think I hear those wedding bells. | |
| This will not end will. |
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