Song | Sing, Baby |
Artist | Farewell |
Album | Isn't This Supposed to be Fun? |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Farewell | |
Down on your luck | |
These days are numbered one by one | |
Feeding the masses with their pacifying thumb | |
Too important to listen | |
They've got us pinned against the wall and so we say | |
You're one-in-a-million, baby | |
Well that's just how it goes | |
I've got a familiar feeling that everybody knows | |
Crooked minds and timeless binds have rotted out the core | |
Subconscious leading to precarious trap doors | |
Two times they glisten (?) | |
They've got us poised to take the fall and so we say | |
You're one-in-a-million, baby | |
Well that's just how it goes | |
I've got a familiar feeling that everybody knows | |
Climbing rooftops and the suits you're living in can't save your skin | |
So I sing this song to you | |
(You're my one and only) | |
You're one-in-a-million, baby | |
Well that's just how it goes | |
I've got a familiar feeling that everybody knows | |
You're one of a million dead-beats washed up on the shore | |
At the cap of a new wave that'll be crashing at your door(?) |
zuo qu : Farewell | |
Down on your luck | |
These days are numbered one by one | |
Feeding the masses with their pacifying thumb | |
Too important to listen | |
They' ve got us pinned against the wall and so we say | |
You' re oneinamillion, baby | |
Well that' s just how it goes | |
I' ve got a familiar feeling that everybody knows | |
Crooked minds and timeless binds have rotted out the core | |
Subconscious leading to precarious trap doors | |
Two times they glisten ? | |
They' ve got us poised to take the fall and so we say | |
You' re oneinamillion, baby | |
Well that' s just how it goes | |
I' ve got a familiar feeling that everybody knows | |
Climbing rooftops and the suits you' re living in can' t save your skin | |
So I sing this song to you | |
You' re my one and only | |
You' re oneinamillion, baby | |
Well that' s just how it goes | |
I' ve got a familiar feeling that everybody knows | |
You' re one of a million deadbeats washed up on the shore | |
At the cap of a new wave that' ll be crashing at your door? |
zuò qǔ : Farewell | |
Down on your luck | |
These days are numbered one by one | |
Feeding the masses with their pacifying thumb | |
Too important to listen | |
They' ve got us pinned against the wall and so we say | |
You' re oneinamillion, baby | |
Well that' s just how it goes | |
I' ve got a familiar feeling that everybody knows | |
Crooked minds and timeless binds have rotted out the core | |
Subconscious leading to precarious trap doors | |
Two times they glisten ? | |
They' ve got us poised to take the fall and so we say | |
You' re oneinamillion, baby | |
Well that' s just how it goes | |
I' ve got a familiar feeling that everybody knows | |
Climbing rooftops and the suits you' re living in can' t save your skin | |
So I sing this song to you | |
You' re my one and only | |
You' re oneinamillion, baby | |
Well that' s just how it goes | |
I' ve got a familiar feeling that everybody knows | |
You' re one of a million deadbeats washed up on the shore | |
At the cap of a new wave that' ll be crashing at your door? |