Song | Something Pretty |
Artist | Patrick Park |
Album | Loneliness Knows My Name |
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作曲 : Park | |
Here I am, where I've been | |
I've walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin, | |
And my clothes are worn & gritty. | |
And I know ugliness, | |
Now show me something pretty. | |
I was a dumb punk kid with nothing to lose | |
And too much weight for walking shoes. | |
I could have died from being boring. | |
As for loneliness, | |
She greets me every morning. | |
At the most I'm a glare, | |
I'm the hopeless son who's hardly there. | |
I'm the open sign that's always busted. | |
I'm the friend you need, but can't be trusted. | |
At the most I'm a glare, | |
I'm the hopeless son who's hardly there. | |
I'm the open sign that's always busted. | |
I'm the friend you need, but can't be trusted. | |
Here I am, where I've been | |
I've walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin, | |
And my clothes are worn & gritty. | |
And I know ugliness, | |
Now show me something pretty. | |
At the most I'm a glare, | |
I'm the hopeless son who's hardly there. | |
I'm the open sign that's always busted. | |
I'm the friend you need, but can't be trusted. | |
At the most I'm a glare, | |
I'm the hopeless son who's hardly there. | |
I'm the open sign that's always busted. | |
I'm the friend you need, but can't be trusted |
zuo qu : Park | |
Here I am, where I' ve been | |
I' ve walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin, | |
And my clothes are worn gritty. | |
And I know ugliness, | |
Now show me something pretty. | |
I was a dumb punk kid with nothing to lose | |
And too much weight for walking shoes. | |
I could have died from being boring. | |
As for loneliness, | |
She greets me every morning. | |
At the most I' m a glare, | |
I' m the hopeless son who' s hardly there. | |
I' m the open sign that' s always busted. | |
I' m the friend you need, but can' t be trusted. | |
At the most I' m a glare, | |
I' m the hopeless son who' s hardly there. | |
I' m the open sign that' s always busted. | |
I' m the friend you need, but can' t be trusted. | |
Here I am, where I' ve been | |
I' ve walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin, | |
And my clothes are worn gritty. | |
And I know ugliness, | |
Now show me something pretty. | |
At the most I' m a glare, | |
I' m the hopeless son who' s hardly there. | |
I' m the open sign that' s always busted. | |
I' m the friend you need, but can' t be trusted. | |
At the most I' m a glare, | |
I' m the hopeless son who' s hardly there. | |
I' m the open sign that' s always busted. | |
I' m the friend you need, but can' t be trusted |
zuò qǔ : Park | |
Here I am, where I' ve been | |
I' ve walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin, | |
And my clothes are worn gritty. | |
And I know ugliness, | |
Now show me something pretty. | |
I was a dumb punk kid with nothing to lose | |
And too much weight for walking shoes. | |
I could have died from being boring. | |
As for loneliness, | |
She greets me every morning. | |
At the most I' m a glare, | |
I' m the hopeless son who' s hardly there. | |
I' m the open sign that' s always busted. | |
I' m the friend you need, but can' t be trusted. | |
At the most I' m a glare, | |
I' m the hopeless son who' s hardly there. | |
I' m the open sign that' s always busted. | |
I' m the friend you need, but can' t be trusted. | |
Here I am, where I' ve been | |
I' ve walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin, | |
And my clothes are worn gritty. | |
And I know ugliness, | |
Now show me something pretty. | |
At the most I' m a glare, | |
I' m the hopeless son who' s hardly there. | |
I' m the open sign that' s always busted. | |
I' m the friend you need, but can' t be trusted. | |
At the most I' m a glare, | |
I' m the hopeless son who' s hardly there. | |
I' m the open sign that' s always busted. | |
I' m the friend you need, but can' t be trusted |