制作失意

Feeling  Ugly  Looking  pretty
Yellow  Ribbons  Black  Graffiti
Word  is  written  Bond  is  broken
No  big  secret  left  unspoken
Sun  is  painted  in  the  corner
But  it's  never  getting  warmer
All  the  lies  they  keep  on  selling
But  you  never  check  the  spelling
Flying  Bullets
Hit  the  targets
Wings  and  haloes
Five  to  seven
In  these  white  robes
Through  the  darkness
Paragliding
Back  to  heaven
Flying  Bullets
Hit  the  targets
Wings  and  haloes
Five  to  seven
In  these  white  robes
Through  the  darkness
Paragliding
Back  to  heaven
Time  is  running  we  are  sitting
Back  together  just  for  splitting
You  are  crying  in  the  corner
Always  next  and  never  former
Open  up  and  let  me  hear  it
Former  body  future  spirit
Brain  is  useless  chair  is  rocking
Open  doors  for  dead  man  walking
Flying  Bullets
Hit  the  targets
Wings  and  haloes
Five  to  seven
In  these  white  robes
Through  the  darkness
Paragliding
Back  to  heaven
Flying  Bullets
Hit  the  targets
Wings  and  haloes
Five  to  seven
In  these  white  robes
Through  the  darkness
Paragliding
Back  to  heaven
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