Song | Eyes Of The South |
Artist | Down |
Album | Diary of a Mad Band |
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作词 : Anselmo, Keenan | |
Goddamn!This time it's real | |
It's a love that | |
I feelI may be tainted but | |
God knowsIt's good to me, could you see? | |
I leave my woes | |
At strangers road dispose | |
And let the sun back on my face, whoa | |
It's a soul sense of pride | |
Good Lord, the | |
South is blind | |
But she gives me so much suffrage with my pain, heah | |
I feel the strain | |
When I get behind a big slow day | |
I've ****ed it all | |
Was that down? | |
Was that family? | |
I leave my woes | |
At stranger's road dispose | |
And let the sun back on my face, whoa | |
It's a soul sense of pride | |
Good Lord, the | |
South is blind | |
But she will never let me go insane, hoah | |
Please let me die there(Please let me) | |
Cold war leaves me there(Cold war, yeah) | |
Let! |
zuo ci : Anselmo, Keenan | |
Goddamn! This time it' s real | |
It' s a love that | |
I feelI may be tainted but | |
God knowsIt' s good to me, could you see? | |
I leave my woes | |
At strangers road dispose | |
And let the sun back on my face, whoa | |
It' s a soul sense of pride | |
Good Lord, the | |
South is blind | |
But she gives me so much suffrage with my pain, heah | |
I feel the strain | |
When I get behind a big slow day | |
I' ve ed it all | |
Was that down? | |
Was that family? | |
I leave my woes | |
At stranger' s road dispose | |
And let the sun back on my face, whoa | |
It' s a soul sense of pride | |
Good Lord, the | |
South is blind | |
But she will never let me go insane, hoah | |
Please let me die there Please let me | |
Cold war leaves me there Cold war, yeah | |
Let! |
zuò cí : Anselmo, Keenan | |
Goddamn! This time it' s real | |
It' s a love that | |
I feelI may be tainted but | |
God knowsIt' s good to me, could you see? | |
I leave my woes | |
At strangers road dispose | |
And let the sun back on my face, whoa | |
It' s a soul sense of pride | |
Good Lord, the | |
South is blind | |
But she gives me so much suffrage with my pain, heah | |
I feel the strain | |
When I get behind a big slow day | |
I' ve ed it all | |
Was that down? | |
Was that family? | |
I leave my woes | |
At stranger' s road dispose | |
And let the sun back on my face, whoa | |
It' s a soul sense of pride | |
Good Lord, the | |
South is blind | |
But she will never let me go insane, hoah | |
Please let me die there Please let me | |
Cold war leaves me there Cold war, yeah | |
Let! |