Underdog (Save Me) Lyrics

	作曲 : Turin Brakes
	作词 : Turin Brakes
	Two black lines streaming out like a guidance line.
	Put one foot on the road now where the cyborgs are driving,
	With the W
	D-40 in their veins- your screeching little brakes complains.
	With the briefcase empty and the holes in my shoes,
	I try to stay friendly for the sugary abuse.
	So tell my secretary now to hold all of my calls,
	I believe
	I can hear through these walls.
	Oh please save me, save me from myself.
	I can't be the only one stuck on the shelf.
	You said you'd always fall for the underdog.
	Well I've been dreaming of jetstreams and kicking up dust,
	A thirty seven thousand foot wonderlust
	And with skyline number 9 ticked off on my mind,
	Oh can you hear me screaming out now through the telephone lines.
	Oh please save me, save me from myself.
	I can't be the only one stuck on the shelf.
	You said you'd always fall for the underdog.
	Save me. Save me.
	Save me. Save me.

	zuo qu : Turin Brakes
	zuo ci : Turin Brakes
	Two black lines streaming out like a guidance line.
	Put one foot on the road now where the cyborgs are driving,
	With the W
	D40 in their veins your screeching little brakes complains.
	With the briefcase empty and the holes in my shoes,
	I try to stay friendly for the sugary abuse.
	So tell my secretary now to hold all of my calls,
	I believe
	I can hear through these walls.
	Oh please save me, save me from myself.
	I can' t be the only one stuck on the shelf.
	You said you' d always fall for the underdog.
	Well I' ve been dreaming of jetstreams and kicking up dust,
	A thirty seven thousand foot wonderlust
	And with skyline number 9 ticked off on my mind,
	Oh can you hear me screaming out now through the telephone lines.
	Oh please save me, save me from myself.
	I can' t be the only one stuck on the shelf.
	You said you' d always fall for the underdog.
	Save me. Save me.
	Save me. Save me.

	zuò qǔ : Turin Brakes
	zuò cí : Turin Brakes
	Two black lines streaming out like a guidance line.
	Put one foot on the road now where the cyborgs are driving,
	With the W
	D40 in their veins your screeching little brakes complains.
	With the briefcase empty and the holes in my shoes,
	I try to stay friendly for the sugary abuse.
	So tell my secretary now to hold all of my calls,
	I believe
	I can hear through these walls.
	Oh please save me, save me from myself.
	I can' t be the only one stuck on the shelf.
	You said you' d always fall for the underdog.
	Well I' ve been dreaming of jetstreams and kicking up dust,
	A thirty seven thousand foot wonderlust
	And with skyline number 9 ticked off on my mind,
	Oh can you hear me screaming out now through the telephone lines.
	Oh please save me, save me from myself.
	I can' t be the only one stuck on the shelf.
	You said you' d always fall for the underdog.
	Save me. Save me.
	Save me. Save me.

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