| 作曲 : Ansley, Spatola, Wince | |
| A Ten Ton | |
| Brick is making me sick | |
| Breaking my bones with the weight of it | |
| Weight would grow with each new soul | |
| Buried fine lies make big black holes and | |
| Who am I supposed to be? | |
| Not like you give a fuck about me but | |
| Who am I supposedly | |
| When I'm finally done | |
| Cause I'm finally done | |
| With the decisions of | |
| My former thoughts and all that | |
| I'm made of | |
| Yet I'm finally done with the description, oh | |
| And I don't mind saying | |
| I'm to blame | |
| When Atlas slipped | |
| I lost my grip | |
| Yet I didn't think it could turn into this but | |
| I was drawn by your sweet throes | |
| Nobody feels what nobody knows and | |
| Who am I supposed to be? | |
| If everything good was taken from me and | |
| Who am I supposed to be | |
| I was overcome | |
| But I'm finally done | |
| With the divisions of | |
| My former thorns with who | |
| I may have loved | |
| I'm finally done | |
| With the dissension oh | |
| And I don't mind saying | |
| Don't mind saying | |
| I'm to blame | |
| Oh this Ten | |
| Ton BrickWould treat me like shit | |
| This little piggy licked all those lips, yeah | |
| And so defined | |
| Who threw aside but won't encumber me | |
| Cause I'm finally done | |
| With the position of | |
| My former thorns | |
| And all that it may have cost | |
| I'm finally done | |
| With the decisions, love | |
| Now I don't mind saying | |
| I don't mind saying | |
| You're to blame | |
| When you move, you move me. | |
| You move, you move me. | |
| Yeah.Nothing comes from nothing | |
| Must mean something in the end | |
| Justify the means | |
| I need to break you | |
| Need to hate you | |
| Need to take this back but | |
| Taking is like giving | |
| If you're at the other end | |
| I won't pretend to know your feelings | |
| I could never break the chain | |
| I command you to | |
| MOVE |
| zuo qu : Ansley, Spatola, Wince | |
| A Ten Ton | |
| Brick is making me sick | |
| Breaking my bones with the weight of it | |
| Weight would grow with each new soul | |
| Buried fine lies make big black holes and | |
| Who am I supposed to be? | |
| Not like you give a fuck about me but | |
| Who am I supposedly | |
| When I' m finally done | |
| Cause I' m finally done | |
| With the decisions of | |
| My former thoughts and all that | |
| I' m made of | |
| Yet I' m finally done with the description, oh | |
| And I don' t mind saying | |
| I' m to blame | |
| When Atlas slipped | |
| I lost my grip | |
| Yet I didn' t think it could turn into this but | |
| I was drawn by your sweet throes | |
| Nobody feels what nobody knows and | |
| Who am I supposed to be? | |
| If everything good was taken from me and | |
| Who am I supposed to be | |
| I was overcome | |
| But I' m finally done | |
| With the divisions of | |
| My former thorns with who | |
| I may have loved | |
| I' m finally done | |
| With the dissension oh | |
| And I don' t mind saying | |
| Don' t mind saying | |
| I' m to blame | |
| Oh this Ten | |
| Ton BrickWould treat me like shit | |
| This little piggy licked all those lips, yeah | |
| And so defined | |
| Who threw aside but won' t encumber me | |
| Cause I' m finally done | |
| With the position of | |
| My former thorns | |
| And all that it may have cost | |
| I' m finally done | |
| With the decisions, love | |
| Now I don' t mind saying | |
| I don' t mind saying | |
| You' re to blame | |
| When you move, you move me. | |
| You move, you move me. | |
| Yeah. Nothing comes from nothing | |
| Must mean something in the end | |
| Justify the means | |
| I need to break you | |
| Need to hate you | |
| Need to take this back but | |
| Taking is like giving | |
| If you' re at the other end | |
| I won' t pretend to know your feelings | |
| I could never break the chain | |
| I command you to | |
| MOVE |
| zuò qǔ : Ansley, Spatola, Wince | |
| A Ten Ton | |
| Brick is making me sick | |
| Breaking my bones with the weight of it | |
| Weight would grow with each new soul | |
| Buried fine lies make big black holes and | |
| Who am I supposed to be? | |
| Not like you give a fuck about me but | |
| Who am I supposedly | |
| When I' m finally done | |
| Cause I' m finally done | |
| With the decisions of | |
| My former thoughts and all that | |
| I' m made of | |
| Yet I' m finally done with the description, oh | |
| And I don' t mind saying | |
| I' m to blame | |
| When Atlas slipped | |
| I lost my grip | |
| Yet I didn' t think it could turn into this but | |
| I was drawn by your sweet throes | |
| Nobody feels what nobody knows and | |
| Who am I supposed to be? | |
| If everything good was taken from me and | |
| Who am I supposed to be | |
| I was overcome | |
| But I' m finally done | |
| With the divisions of | |
| My former thorns with who | |
| I may have loved | |
| I' m finally done | |
| With the dissension oh | |
| And I don' t mind saying | |
| Don' t mind saying | |
| I' m to blame | |
| Oh this Ten | |
| Ton BrickWould treat me like shit | |
| This little piggy licked all those lips, yeah | |
| And so defined | |
| Who threw aside but won' t encumber me | |
| Cause I' m finally done | |
| With the position of | |
| My former thorns | |
| And all that it may have cost | |
| I' m finally done | |
| With the decisions, love | |
| Now I don' t mind saying | |
| I don' t mind saying | |
| You' re to blame | |
| When you move, you move me. | |
| You move, you move me. | |
| Yeah. Nothing comes from nothing | |
| Must mean something in the end | |
| Justify the means | |
| I need to break you | |
| Need to hate you | |
| Need to take this back but | |
| Taking is like giving | |
| If you' re at the other end | |
| I won' t pretend to know your feelings | |
| I could never break the chain | |
| I command you to | |
| MOVE |
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