| 作词 : Herrera | |
| I hear the cold streets calling me. | |
| I hear the cold streets call my name. | |
| I feel the dark tide swallow me, | |
| And now the black ink covers me. | |
| Woah. Woah. | |
| My mind won't stop sreaming, | |
| 'Cause I don't feel so alive. | |
| This is wrong, not right. | |
| I'm all alone tonight and I'm still dreaming. | |
| When will the cold streets fade away? | |
| When will the sun come back again? | |
| In all the back streets and alleyways, | |
| I see the cold streets night and day. | |
| Woah. Woah. | |
| My mind won't stop screaming. | |
| Wake me up from dreaming, | |
| 'Cause I don't feel so alive. | |
| This is wrong, not right. | |
| I'm all alone tonight and I'm still dreaming... | |
| 'Cause I don't feel so alive. | |
| This is wrong, not right. | |
| I'm all alone tonight. | |
| I'm all alone tonight. | |
| Woah. Woah. | |
| 'Cause I don't feel so alive. | |
| This is wrong, not right. | |
| I'm all alone tonight and I'm still dreaming... | |
| 'Cause I don't feel so alive. | |
| This is wrong, not right. | |
| I'm all alone tonight. | |
| I'm all alone tonight. |
| zuo ci : Herrera | |
| I hear the cold streets calling me. | |
| I hear the cold streets call my name. | |
| I feel the dark tide swallow me, | |
| And now the black ink covers me. | |
| Woah. Woah. | |
| My mind won' t stop sreaming, | |
| ' Cause I don' t feel so alive. | |
| This is wrong, not right. | |
| I' m all alone tonight and I' m still dreaming. | |
| When will the cold streets fade away? | |
| When will the sun come back again? | |
| In all the back streets and alleyways, | |
| I see the cold streets night and day. | |
| Woah. Woah. | |
| My mind won' t stop screaming. | |
| Wake me up from dreaming, | |
| ' Cause I don' t feel so alive. | |
| This is wrong, not right. | |
| I' m all alone tonight and I' m still dreaming... | |
| ' Cause I don' t feel so alive. | |
| This is wrong, not right. | |
| I' m all alone tonight. | |
| I' m all alone tonight. | |
| Woah. Woah. | |
| ' Cause I don' t feel so alive. | |
| This is wrong, not right. | |
| I' m all alone tonight and I' m still dreaming... | |
| ' Cause I don' t feel so alive. | |
| This is wrong, not right. | |
| I' m all alone tonight. | |
| I' m all alone tonight. |
| zuò cí : Herrera | |
| I hear the cold streets calling me. | |
| I hear the cold streets call my name. | |
| I feel the dark tide swallow me, | |
| And now the black ink covers me. | |
| Woah. Woah. | |
| My mind won' t stop sreaming, | |
| ' Cause I don' t feel so alive. | |
| This is wrong, not right. | |
| I' m all alone tonight and I' m still dreaming. | |
| When will the cold streets fade away? | |
| When will the sun come back again? | |
| In all the back streets and alleyways, | |
| I see the cold streets night and day. | |
| Woah. Woah. | |
| My mind won' t stop screaming. | |
| Wake me up from dreaming, | |
| ' Cause I don' t feel so alive. | |
| This is wrong, not right. | |
| I' m all alone tonight and I' m still dreaming... | |
| ' Cause I don' t feel so alive. | |
| This is wrong, not right. | |
| I' m all alone tonight. | |
| I' m all alone tonight. | |
| Woah. Woah. | |
| ' Cause I don' t feel so alive. | |
| This is wrong, not right. | |
| I' m all alone tonight and I' m still dreaming... | |
| ' Cause I don' t feel so alive. | |
| This is wrong, not right. | |
| I' m all alone tonight. | |
| I' m all alone tonight. |
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