Telltale Shot Lyrics
| Song | Telltale Shot |
| Artist | Hungry Lucy |
| Album | Glo |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Belle, Harrison | |
| Lying in bed | |
| With a gun to my head | |
| I am slumberless | |
| Memories seep into fathoms of deep | |
| Disillusionment | |
| Pillow of red | |
| Futile thoughts never said | |
| It's all gone | |
| Take it away | |
| This sadness | |
| And pain | |
| Heart grown cold | |
| Through tales of old | |
| Funeral feast | |
| Bringing violent beasts | |
| To the parlor floor | |
| Fortune and fame | |
| Will not be quite the same | |
| It's an open door | |
| Nothing to give | |
| Nothing to get | |
| Make it stop | |
| Did you hear her | |
| Pull the trigger | |
| Never knowing | |
| Blood was flowing | |
| Down, down, down, down | |
| Poetry page | |
| Showing nothingness | |
| And rage | |
| Death is my home | |
| Where I shall roam |
| zuo qu : Belle, Harrison | |
| Lying in bed | |
| With a gun to my head | |
| I am slumberless | |
| Memories seep into fathoms of deep | |
| Disillusionment | |
| Pillow of red | |
| Futile thoughts never said | |
| It' s all gone | |
| Take it away | |
| This sadness | |
| And pain | |
| Heart grown cold | |
| Through tales of old | |
| Funeral feast | |
| Bringing violent beasts | |
| To the parlor floor | |
| Fortune and fame | |
| Will not be quite the same | |
| It' s an open door | |
| Nothing to give | |
| Nothing to get | |
| Make it stop | |
| Did you hear her | |
| Pull the trigger | |
| Never knowing | |
| Blood was flowing | |
| Down, down, down, down | |
| Poetry page | |
| Showing nothingness | |
| And rage | |
| Death is my home | |
| Where I shall roam |
| zuò qǔ : Belle, Harrison | |
| Lying in bed | |
| With a gun to my head | |
| I am slumberless | |
| Memories seep into fathoms of deep | |
| Disillusionment | |
| Pillow of red | |
| Futile thoughts never said | |
| It' s all gone | |
| Take it away | |
| This sadness | |
| And pain | |
| Heart grown cold | |
| Through tales of old | |
| Funeral feast | |
| Bringing violent beasts | |
| To the parlor floor | |
| Fortune and fame | |
| Will not be quite the same | |
| It' s an open door | |
| Nothing to give | |
| Nothing to get | |
| Make it stop | |
| Did you hear her | |
| Pull the trigger | |
| Never knowing | |
| Blood was flowing | |
| Down, down, down, down | |
| Poetry page | |
| Showing nothingness | |
| And rage | |
| Death is my home | |
| Where I shall roam |
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