Song | I will Play My Game Beneath The Spin Light |
Artist | Brand New |
Album | Deja Entendu |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Lacey |
[00:00.46] | I Will Play My Game Beneath The Spin Light-brand new |
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[00:01.62] | The time has come for colds and overcoats, |
[00:06.30] | We're quiet on the ride we're all just waiting to get home. |
[00:11.21] | Another week away, my greatest fear. |
[00:16.13] | I need the smell of summer, I need it's noises in my ear. |
[00:21.17] | If looks could really kill, then my profession would be staring. |
[00:26.68] | Know we do this 'cause we care and not for the thrill. |
[00:31.05] | Collect calls to home, to tell 'em that I realize that everyone who lives will someday die and die alone. |
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[00:40.97] | And we won't let you in. |
[00:45.85] | Though we're down and out. |
[00:50.86] | We won't let you in. |
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[01:07.28] | Wrote more postcards than hooks. |
[01:09.92] | I read more maps than books. |
[01:12.18] | Feel like every chance to leave is another chance I should have took. |
[01:16.97] | Every minute is a mile, I've never felt so hollow. |
[01:22.06] | I'm an old abandoned church with broken pews and empty aisles. |
[01:27.03] | My secrets for a buck. |
[01:29.45] | Watch me as I cut myself wide open on this stage. |
[01:33.70] | Yes, I am paid to spill my guts. |
[01:36.82] | I won't see home 'till spring. |
[01:39.59] | Oh, I would kill for the Atlantic,but I am paid to make girls panic while I sing. |
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[01:46.67] | And we won't let you in. |
[01:51.86] | Though we're down and out. |
[02:01.78][01:56.73] | And we won't let you in. |
[02:06.52] | We don't want what isn't ours. |
[02:11.72] | We won't let you in. |
[02:17.81] | You win.You win. You win. |
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[02:36.02] | And the coastline is quiet. |
[02:40.78] | While we're quietly losing control. |
[02:45.65] | And we're silent but sure we invented the cure that will wash out my memories of her. |
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[02:53.75] | The harpoon's loaded. The cage is lowered. The water is red... like you. |
[00:00.00] | zuo qu : Lacey |
[00:00.46] | I Will Play My Game Beneath The Spin Lightbrand new |
[00:01.11] | |
[00:01.12] | |
[00:01.51] | |
[00:01.61] | |
[00:01.62] | The time has come for colds and overcoats, |
[00:06.30] | We' re quiet on the ride we' re all just waiting to get home. |
[00:11.21] | Another week away, my greatest fear. |
[00:16.13] | I need the smell of summer, I need it' s noises in my ear. |
[00:21.17] | If looks could really kill, then my profession would be staring. |
[00:26.68] | Know we do this ' cause we care and not for the thrill. |
[00:31.05] | Collect calls to home, to tell ' em that I realize that everyone who lives will someday die and die alone. |
[00:39.94] | |
[00:40.97] | And we won' t let you in. |
[00:45.85] | Though we' re down and out. |
[00:50.86] | We won' t let you in. |
[00:54.74] | |
[01:07.28] | Wrote more postcards than hooks. |
[01:09.92] | I read more maps than books. |
[01:12.18] | Feel like every chance to leave is another chance I should have took. |
[01:16.97] | Every minute is a mile, I' ve never felt so hollow. |
[01:22.06] | I' m an old abandoned church with broken pews and empty aisles. |
[01:27.03] | My secrets for a buck. |
[01:29.45] | Watch me as I cut myself wide open on this stage. |
[01:33.70] | Yes, I am paid to spill my guts. |
[01:36.82] | I won' t see home ' till spring. |
[01:39.59] | Oh, I would kill for the Atlantic, but I am paid to make girls panic while I sing. |
[01:46.26] | |
[01:46.67] | And we won' t let you in. |
[01:51.86] | Though we' re down and out. |
[02:01.78][01:56.73] | And we won' t let you in. |
[02:06.52] | We don' t want what isn' t ours. |
[02:11.72] | We won' t let you in. |
[02:17.81] | You win. You win. You win. |
[02:25.73] | |
[02:36.02] | And the coastline is quiet. |
[02:40.78] | While we' re quietly losing control. |
[02:45.65] | And we' re silent but sure we invented the cure that will wash out my memories of her. |
[02:53.74] | |
[02:53.75] | The harpoon' s loaded. The cage is lowered. The water is red... like you. |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Lacey |
[00:00.46] | I Will Play My Game Beneath The Spin Lightbrand new |
[00:01.11] | |
[00:01.12] | |
[00:01.51] | |
[00:01.61] | |
[00:01.62] | The time has come for colds and overcoats, |
[00:06.30] | We' re quiet on the ride we' re all just waiting to get home. |
[00:11.21] | Another week away, my greatest fear. |
[00:16.13] | I need the smell of summer, I need it' s noises in my ear. |
[00:21.17] | If looks could really kill, then my profession would be staring. |
[00:26.68] | Know we do this ' cause we care and not for the thrill. |
[00:31.05] | Collect calls to home, to tell ' em that I realize that everyone who lives will someday die and die alone. |
[00:39.94] | |
[00:40.97] | And we won' t let you in. |
[00:45.85] | Though we' re down and out. |
[00:50.86] | We won' t let you in. |
[00:54.74] | |
[01:07.28] | Wrote more postcards than hooks. |
[01:09.92] | I read more maps than books. |
[01:12.18] | Feel like every chance to leave is another chance I should have took. |
[01:16.97] | Every minute is a mile, I' ve never felt so hollow. |
[01:22.06] | I' m an old abandoned church with broken pews and empty aisles. |
[01:27.03] | My secrets for a buck. |
[01:29.45] | Watch me as I cut myself wide open on this stage. |
[01:33.70] | Yes, I am paid to spill my guts. |
[01:36.82] | I won' t see home ' till spring. |
[01:39.59] | Oh, I would kill for the Atlantic, but I am paid to make girls panic while I sing. |
[01:46.26] | |
[01:46.67] | And we won' t let you in. |
[01:51.86] | Though we' re down and out. |
[02:01.78][01:56.73] | And we won' t let you in. |
[02:06.52] | We don' t want what isn' t ours. |
[02:11.72] | We won' t let you in. |
[02:17.81] | You win. You win. You win. |
[02:25.73] | |
[02:36.02] | And the coastline is quiet. |
[02:40.78] | While we' re quietly losing control. |
[02:45.65] | And we' re silent but sure we invented the cure that will wash out my memories of her. |
[02:53.74] | |
[02:53.75] | The harpoon' s loaded. The cage is lowered. The water is red... like you. |