| Song | Three Strikes and You're In |
| Artist | Karate High School |
| Album | The League of Tomorrow |
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| 作曲 : McGuire | |
| Three strikes and you're in. | |
| You couldn't trust yourself, and you didn't read the signs, | |
| So I you again for the third time. And now you're mine. | |
| I ran to Washington Square. | |
| I took the back streets and every alley to get there. | |
| The bells were ringing with clues. | |
| And there it was, written on the side of the statue. | |
| My fingers traced every line: | |
| "To our boys and girls, who will soon take out place and pass on." | |
| Three strikes and you're in. | |
| You couldn't trust yourself, and you didn't read the signs, | |
| So I you again for the third time. And now you're mine. | |
| 200 years in one night. | |
| I told myself what had to be done to make things all right. | |
| All my life, I never wanted to end up like this, but not I know what I came for: | |
| To end the curse of generations that came before. | |
| Three strikes and you're in. | |
| You couldn't trust yourself, and you didn't read the signs, | |
| So I you again for the third time. And now you're mine. | |
| For our children, who will soon take our places and pass on. | |
| Three strikes. Is there enough time to make it right? | |
| Three strikes and you're in. | |
| Three strikes and you're in. | |
| You couldn't trust yourself, and you didn't read the signs, | |
| So I you again for the third time. And now you're mine |
| zuo qu : McGuire | |
| Three strikes and you' re in. | |
| You couldn' t trust yourself, and you didn' t read the signs, | |
| So I you again for the third time. And now you' re mine. | |
| I ran to Washington Square. | |
| I took the back streets and every alley to get there. | |
| The bells were ringing with clues. | |
| And there it was, written on the side of the statue. | |
| My fingers traced every line: | |
| " To our boys and girls, who will soon take out place and pass on." | |
| Three strikes and you' re in. | |
| You couldn' t trust yourself, and you didn' t read the signs, | |
| So I you again for the third time. And now you' re mine. | |
| 200 years in one night. | |
| I told myself what had to be done to make things all right. | |
| All my life, I never wanted to end up like this, but not I know what I came for: | |
| To end the curse of generations that came before. | |
| Three strikes and you' re in. | |
| You couldn' t trust yourself, and you didn' t read the signs, | |
| So I you again for the third time. And now you' re mine. | |
| For our children, who will soon take our places and pass on. | |
| Three strikes. Is there enough time to make it right? | |
| Three strikes and you' re in. | |
| Three strikes and you' re in. | |
| You couldn' t trust yourself, and you didn' t read the signs, | |
| So I you again for the third time. And now you' re mine |
| zuò qǔ : McGuire | |
| Three strikes and you' re in. | |
| You couldn' t trust yourself, and you didn' t read the signs, | |
| So I you again for the third time. And now you' re mine. | |
| I ran to Washington Square. | |
| I took the back streets and every alley to get there. | |
| The bells were ringing with clues. | |
| And there it was, written on the side of the statue. | |
| My fingers traced every line: | |
| " To our boys and girls, who will soon take out place and pass on." | |
| Three strikes and you' re in. | |
| You couldn' t trust yourself, and you didn' t read the signs, | |
| So I you again for the third time. And now you' re mine. | |
| 200 years in one night. | |
| I told myself what had to be done to make things all right. | |
| All my life, I never wanted to end up like this, but not I know what I came for: | |
| To end the curse of generations that came before. | |
| Three strikes and you' re in. | |
| You couldn' t trust yourself, and you didn' t read the signs, | |
| So I you again for the third time. And now you' re mine. | |
| For our children, who will soon take our places and pass on. | |
| Three strikes. Is there enough time to make it right? | |
| Three strikes and you' re in. | |
| Three strikes and you' re in. | |
| You couldn' t trust yourself, and you didn' t read the signs, | |
| So I you again for the third time. And now you' re mine |