| Song | Fangela |
| Artist | Here We Go Magic |
| Album | Here We Go Magic |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Temple | |
| Fangela | |
| Look at me | |
| All is yours till the morning comes | |
| Fangela | |
| Look and see | |
| Feast your eyes on a winded world | |
| OK | |
| On first impression | |
| And he barely made a dent | |
| He had the appearance | |
| Of a talking fog | |
| And then the fog | |
| You can even realize | |
| Your bloodless lips | |
| You've gotta move | |
| You've gotta move | |
| Fangela | |
| Look at me | |
| All is yours till the morning comes | |
| Fangela | |
| Look and see | |
| Feast your eyes on a winded world | |
| OK | |
| You thought you saw | |
| a funny shadow on the wall | |
| With colored eyes | |
| and a hissing sound | |
| That's just the devil | |
| come to petrify your soul | |
| You've gotta move | |
| You've gotta move | |
| You've gotta move | |
| Fangela | |
| Look at me | |
| All is yours till the morning comes | |
| Fangela | |
| Look and see | |
| Feast your eyes on a winded world | |
| OK |
| zuo qu : Temple | |
| Fangela | |
| Look at me | |
| All is yours till the morning comes | |
| Fangela | |
| Look and see | |
| Feast your eyes on a winded world | |
| OK | |
| On first impression | |
| And he barely made a dent | |
| He had the appearance | |
| Of a talking fog | |
| And then the fog | |
| You can even realize | |
| Your bloodless lips | |
| You' ve gotta move | |
| You' ve gotta move | |
| Fangela | |
| Look at me | |
| All is yours till the morning comes | |
| Fangela | |
| Look and see | |
| Feast your eyes on a winded world | |
| OK | |
| You thought you saw | |
| a funny shadow on the wall | |
| With colored eyes | |
| and a hissing sound | |
| That' s just the devil | |
| come to petrify your soul | |
| You' ve gotta move | |
| You' ve gotta move | |
| You' ve gotta move | |
| Fangela | |
| Look at me | |
| All is yours till the morning comes | |
| Fangela | |
| Look and see | |
| Feast your eyes on a winded world | |
| OK |
| zuò qǔ : Temple | |
| Fangela | |
| Look at me | |
| All is yours till the morning comes | |
| Fangela | |
| Look and see | |
| Feast your eyes on a winded world | |
| OK | |
| On first impression | |
| And he barely made a dent | |
| He had the appearance | |
| Of a talking fog | |
| And then the fog | |
| You can even realize | |
| Your bloodless lips | |
| You' ve gotta move | |
| You' ve gotta move | |
| Fangela | |
| Look at me | |
| All is yours till the morning comes | |
| Fangela | |
| Look and see | |
| Feast your eyes on a winded world | |
| OK | |
| You thought you saw | |
| a funny shadow on the wall | |
| With colored eyes | |
| and a hissing sound | |
| That' s just the devil | |
| come to petrify your soul | |
| You' ve gotta move | |
| You' ve gotta move | |
| You' ve gotta move | |
| Fangela | |
| Look at me | |
| All is yours till the morning comes | |
| Fangela | |
| Look and see | |
| Feast your eyes on a winded world | |
| OK |