| Song | Loneliness Finds Her Own Way |
| Artist | Clem Snide |
| Album | Your Favorite Music |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Barzelay | |
| Loneliness finds her own way | |
| Cause her skin is so soft | |
| I'm cutting my teeth on her shoulders | |
| And cracking my knuckles while holding her hand | |
| Loneliness finds her own way | |
| When the bridges are out | |
| Under construction forever | |
| Changing her form she fits like my clothes | |
| And trying to kiss her I bloody my nose | |
| Loneliness finds her own way | |
| Through parking lot cities with a coal miner's sense | |
| And I know her love is not worth it | |
| As the thing to try to impress | |
| As the thing to try to undress | |
| Loneliness finds her own way | |
| For her I won't be afraid | |
| I'm holding on to her picture | |
| Cause her good looks have faded from all those parades | |
| Cause her good looks have faded from all those parades | |
| Good looks have faded from all those parades | |
| Good looks have faded | |
| Good looks have faded from all those parades |
| zuo qu : Barzelay | |
| Loneliness finds her own way | |
| Cause her skin is so soft | |
| I' m cutting my teeth on her shoulders | |
| And cracking my knuckles while holding her hand | |
| Loneliness finds her own way | |
| When the bridges are out | |
| Under construction forever | |
| Changing her form she fits like my clothes | |
| And trying to kiss her I bloody my nose | |
| Loneliness finds her own way | |
| Through parking lot cities with a coal miner' s sense | |
| And I know her love is not worth it | |
| As the thing to try to impress | |
| As the thing to try to undress | |
| Loneliness finds her own way | |
| For her I won' t be afraid | |
| I' m holding on to her picture | |
| Cause her good looks have faded from all those parades | |
| Cause her good looks have faded from all those parades | |
| Good looks have faded from all those parades | |
| Good looks have faded | |
| Good looks have faded from all those parades |
| zuò qǔ : Barzelay | |
| Loneliness finds her own way | |
| Cause her skin is so soft | |
| I' m cutting my teeth on her shoulders | |
| And cracking my knuckles while holding her hand | |
| Loneliness finds her own way | |
| When the bridges are out | |
| Under construction forever | |
| Changing her form she fits like my clothes | |
| And trying to kiss her I bloody my nose | |
| Loneliness finds her own way | |
| Through parking lot cities with a coal miner' s sense | |
| And I know her love is not worth it | |
| As the thing to try to impress | |
| As the thing to try to undress | |
| Loneliness finds her own way | |
| For her I won' t be afraid | |
| I' m holding on to her picture | |
| Cause her good looks have faded from all those parades | |
| Cause her good looks have faded from all those parades | |
| Good looks have faded from all those parades | |
| Good looks have faded | |
| Good looks have faded from all those parades |