Song | A Song From Under The Floorboards |
Artist | Magazine |
Album | Magazine... (Where The Power Is) |
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作曲 : Adamson, Devoto, Doyle ... | |
I am angry | |
I am ill and | |
I'm as ugly as sin my irritability keeps me alive and kicking | |
I know the meaning of life, it doesn't help me a bit | |
I know beauty and | |
I know a good thing when | |
I see it This is a song from under the floorboards this is a song from where the wall is cracked my force of habit, | |
I am an insect | |
I have to confess | |
I'm proud as hell of that fact | |
I know the highest and the best | |
I accord them all due respect but the brightest jewel inside of me glows with pleasure at my own stupidity | |
This is a song .... | |
I used to make phantoms | |
I could later chase images of all that could be desired then | |
I got tired of counting all of these blessings and then | |
I just got tired | |
This is a song ... |
zuo qu : Adamson, Devoto, Doyle ... | |
I am angry | |
I am ill and | |
I' m as ugly as sin my irritability keeps me alive and kicking | |
I know the meaning of life, it doesn' t help me a bit | |
I know beauty and | |
I know a good thing when | |
I see it This is a song from under the floorboards this is a song from where the wall is cracked my force of habit, | |
I am an insect | |
I have to confess | |
I' m proud as hell of that fact | |
I know the highest and the best | |
I accord them all due respect but the brightest jewel inside of me glows with pleasure at my own stupidity | |
This is a song .... | |
I used to make phantoms | |
I could later chase images of all that could be desired then | |
I got tired of counting all of these blessings and then | |
I just got tired | |
This is a song ... |
zuò qǔ : Adamson, Devoto, Doyle ... | |
I am angry | |
I am ill and | |
I' m as ugly as sin my irritability keeps me alive and kicking | |
I know the meaning of life, it doesn' t help me a bit | |
I know beauty and | |
I know a good thing when | |
I see it This is a song from under the floorboards this is a song from where the wall is cracked my force of habit, | |
I am an insect | |
I have to confess | |
I' m proud as hell of that fact | |
I know the highest and the best | |
I accord them all due respect but the brightest jewel inside of me glows with pleasure at my own stupidity | |
This is a song .... | |
I used to make phantoms | |
I could later chase images of all that could be desired then | |
I got tired of counting all of these blessings and then | |
I just got tired | |
This is a song ... |