Song | Don't Hate You Anymore |
Artist | Vaya Con Dios |
Album | Roots And Wings |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Klein, Slater | |
You'd start the fire | |
I'd fan the flames | |
We danced on a wire | |
Poison running in our veins | |
Who's to bleed and who's to blame | |
Blood and thunder | |
Quick on the draw | |
Putting me under | |
Broken dishes on the floor | |
Burning what we had adored | |
Well you can call the dogs off, baby | |
I don't hate you anymore | |
Always frowning, yeah! | |
Cursing and howling | |
Running battle | |
Drawing guns and crossing swords | |
Fighting cruel and hopeless wars | |
Well you can call the dogs off, baby | |
I don't hate you anymore | |
Yeah, we can bring the curtain down now, darling | |
I don't hate you anymore | |
And it ain't no good | |
No good fussing about it | |
No good fussing about it | |
Ain't just no good | |
No good fussing about it | |
No good fussing about it | |
You'd get suspicious | |
I'd try to explain | |
Bitter and vicious | |
I would strike at you with rage | |
Like a panther in a cage | |
You'd persecute me | |
I'd seek revenge | |
Always at each other | |
Counting faults and keeping scores | |
What was all that fighting for? | |
Well you can call the dogs off, baby | |
I don't hate you anymore |
zuo qu : Klein, Slater | |
You' d start the fire | |
I' d fan the flames | |
We danced on a wire | |
Poison running in our veins | |
Who' s to bleed and who' s to blame | |
Blood and thunder | |
Quick on the draw | |
Putting me under | |
Broken dishes on the floor | |
Burning what we had adored | |
Well you can call the dogs off, baby | |
I don' t hate you anymore | |
Always frowning, yeah! | |
Cursing and howling | |
Running battle | |
Drawing guns and crossing swords | |
Fighting cruel and hopeless wars | |
Well you can call the dogs off, baby | |
I don' t hate you anymore | |
Yeah, we can bring the curtain down now, darling | |
I don' t hate you anymore | |
And it ain' t no good | |
No good fussing about it | |
No good fussing about it | |
Ain' t just no good | |
No good fussing about it | |
No good fussing about it | |
You' d get suspicious | |
I' d try to explain | |
Bitter and vicious | |
I would strike at you with rage | |
Like a panther in a cage | |
You' d persecute me | |
I' d seek revenge | |
Always at each other | |
Counting faults and keeping scores | |
What was all that fighting for? | |
Well you can call the dogs off, baby | |
I don' t hate you anymore |
zuò qǔ : Klein, Slater | |
You' d start the fire | |
I' d fan the flames | |
We danced on a wire | |
Poison running in our veins | |
Who' s to bleed and who' s to blame | |
Blood and thunder | |
Quick on the draw | |
Putting me under | |
Broken dishes on the floor | |
Burning what we had adored | |
Well you can call the dogs off, baby | |
I don' t hate you anymore | |
Always frowning, yeah! | |
Cursing and howling | |
Running battle | |
Drawing guns and crossing swords | |
Fighting cruel and hopeless wars | |
Well you can call the dogs off, baby | |
I don' t hate you anymore | |
Yeah, we can bring the curtain down now, darling | |
I don' t hate you anymore | |
And it ain' t no good | |
No good fussing about it | |
No good fussing about it | |
Ain' t just no good | |
No good fussing about it | |
No good fussing about it | |
You' d get suspicious | |
I' d try to explain | |
Bitter and vicious | |
I would strike at you with rage | |
Like a panther in a cage | |
You' d persecute me | |
I' d seek revenge | |
Always at each other | |
Counting faults and keeping scores | |
What was all that fighting for? | |
Well you can call the dogs off, baby | |
I don' t hate you anymore |