| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Brown, Campbell, Campbell ... |
| [00:11.68] | A smile for every passing car |
| [00:14.56] | And when they stop with door ajar |
| [00:17.31] | She shrugs and whispers que sera |
| [00:20.12] | And turns her thoughts to the pillow |
| [00:25.74] | Her face is etched with memories |
| [00:28.56] | She finds now joy amid the sleaze |
| [00:31.43] | It's hard when you've been paid to please |
| [00:34.31] | So she turns her thoughts to the pillow |
| [00:39.87] | Daylight comes she rests her head |
| [00:42.68] | The beauty of an empty bed |
| [00:45.44] | She dreams of happy days instead |
| [00:48.68] | Of brooding on tomorrow |
| [00:56.68] | She swapped her dreams of shining knights |
| [00:59.51] | For pushers, bars and money fights |
| [01:02.32] | For nameless faces in red light |
| [01:05.14] | So she turns her head to the pillow |
| [01:10.72] | Those black eyes don't hurt any more |
| [01:13.52] | She's heard the jokes and jibes before |
| [01:16.40] | She's felt the long arm of the law |
| [01:19.28] | So she turns her head to the pillow |
| [01:25.34] | Daylight comes she rests her head |
| [01:27.65] | The beauty of an empty bed |
| [01:30.46] | She dreams of happy days instead |
| [01:33.52] | Of brooding on tomorrow |
| [01:42.04] | Taking drugs was not for fun |
| [01:44.47] | It made her feel like going on |
| [01:47.29] | But now she hurts when its all gone |
| [01:50.14] | And she turns her head to the pillow |
| [01:58.60] | She take a blade and breaks her skin |
| [02:01.47] | Sweet life force flows from within |
| [02:04.29] | The white clouds in her head grow dim |
| [02:07.16] | And she turns her head to the pillow |
| [02:12.73] | Sunlight creeps across her head |
| [02:15.41] | Pale beauty in a crimson bed |
| [02:18.30] | No dreams of happy days ahead |
| [02:21.12] | She'll have no more tomorrows |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Brown, Campbell, Campbell ... |
| [00:11.68] | A smile for every passing car |
| [00:14.56] | And when they stop with door ajar |
| [00:17.31] | She shrugs and whispers que sera |
| [00:20.12] | And turns her thoughts to the pillow |
| [00:25.74] | Her face is etched with memories |
| [00:28.56] | She finds now joy amid the sleaze |
| [00:31.43] | It' s hard when you' ve been paid to please |
| [00:34.31] | So she turns her thoughts to the pillow |
| [00:39.87] | Daylight comes she rests her head |
| [00:42.68] | The beauty of an empty bed |
| [00:45.44] | She dreams of happy days instead |
| [00:48.68] | Of brooding on tomorrow |
| [00:56.68] | She swapped her dreams of shining knights |
| [00:59.51] | For pushers, bars and money fights |
| [01:02.32] | For nameless faces in red light |
| [01:05.14] | So she turns her head to the pillow |
| [01:10.72] | Those black eyes don' t hurt any more |
| [01:13.52] | She' s heard the jokes and jibes before |
| [01:16.40] | She' s felt the long arm of the law |
| [01:19.28] | So she turns her head to the pillow |
| [01:25.34] | Daylight comes she rests her head |
| [01:27.65] | The beauty of an empty bed |
| [01:30.46] | She dreams of happy days instead |
| [01:33.52] | Of brooding on tomorrow |
| [01:42.04] | Taking drugs was not for fun |
| [01:44.47] | It made her feel like going on |
| [01:47.29] | But now she hurts when its all gone |
| [01:50.14] | And she turns her head to the pillow |
| [01:58.60] | She take a blade and breaks her skin |
| [02:01.47] | Sweet life force flows from within |
| [02:04.29] | The white clouds in her head grow dim |
| [02:07.16] | And she turns her head to the pillow |
| [02:12.73] | Sunlight creeps across her head |
| [02:15.41] | Pale beauty in a crimson bed |
| [02:18.30] | No dreams of happy days ahead |
| [02:21.12] | She' ll have no more tomorrows |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Brown, Campbell, Campbell ... |
| [00:11.68] | A smile for every passing car |
| [00:14.56] | And when they stop with door ajar |
| [00:17.31] | She shrugs and whispers que sera |
| [00:20.12] | And turns her thoughts to the pillow |
| [00:25.74] | Her face is etched with memories |
| [00:28.56] | She finds now joy amid the sleaze |
| [00:31.43] | It' s hard when you' ve been paid to please |
| [00:34.31] | So she turns her thoughts to the pillow |
| [00:39.87] | Daylight comes she rests her head |
| [00:42.68] | The beauty of an empty bed |
| [00:45.44] | She dreams of happy days instead |
| [00:48.68] | Of brooding on tomorrow |
| [00:56.68] | She swapped her dreams of shining knights |
| [00:59.51] | For pushers, bars and money fights |
| [01:02.32] | For nameless faces in red light |
| [01:05.14] | So she turns her head to the pillow |
| [01:10.72] | Those black eyes don' t hurt any more |
| [01:13.52] | She' s heard the jokes and jibes before |
| [01:16.40] | She' s felt the long arm of the law |
| [01:19.28] | So she turns her head to the pillow |
| [01:25.34] | Daylight comes she rests her head |
| [01:27.65] | The beauty of an empty bed |
| [01:30.46] | She dreams of happy days instead |
| [01:33.52] | Of brooding on tomorrow |
| [01:42.04] | Taking drugs was not for fun |
| [01:44.47] | It made her feel like going on |
| [01:47.29] | But now she hurts when its all gone |
| [01:50.14] | And she turns her head to the pillow |
| [01:58.60] | She take a blade and breaks her skin |
| [02:01.47] | Sweet life force flows from within |
| [02:04.29] | The white clouds in her head grow dim |
| [02:07.16] | And she turns her head to the pillow |
| [02:12.73] | Sunlight creeps across her head |
| [02:15.41] | Pale beauty in a crimson bed |
| [02:18.30] | No dreams of happy days ahead |
| [02:21.12] | She' ll have no more tomorrows |
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