The Truth Hurts So This Should Be Painless Lyrics
| Song | The Truth Hurts So This Should Be Painless |
| Artist | Her Space Holiday |
| Album | XOXO, Panda and the New Kid Revival |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Bianchi | |
| Other night as I lay asleep | |
| I woke to the sound of the telephone ring. | |
| Reached for the line I tried to be brave, | |
| 'Cause only trouble would call that late. | |
| It could've been the whiskey it could've been the coke, | |
| Either way he was losin' his hope. | |
| He asked me do I sit and think | |
| About the things I do and what they mean. | |
| I said "in life we all got a choice. | |
| You gotta find your song you gotta use your voice. | |
| Hold your breath and count to three, | |
| If you know the words sing along with me." | |
| Which side are you on my friend? | |
| Which side are you on? | |
| You've grown your life in the shallow grave; | |
| Hold it up to the sun. | |
| We all wish we were younger then, so we would have an excuse. | |
| Shut our mouths in the virgin banes; in the lies of a hundred years. | |
| Just another lonely evening, | |
| What a waste of a Saturday night. | |
| Just another early Sunday?s coming. | |
| Everything looks different in the light. | |
| It's common sense of history | |
| From the notes we sing to the books we read. | |
| From the writer's pen to the dancer's feet, | |
| Somewhere in the middle we all meet. | |
| It's a tragic tale of industry | |
| From the wars we wage in the name of peace. | |
| From a child's laugh to a soldier's fear, | |
| Somewhere in the moment we all share. | |
| It's a nagging wave of urgency, | |
| You and I have to change these things | |
| Or the ground will break beneath our feet. | |
| Swallow up you and me and everything. | |
| Truth hurts so this should be painless. | |
| All you'll feel is a pinch in your spine. | |
| From the place where the rosin bombs were | |
| Before you went and had a good time. | |
| Devil has so many faces | |
| Never know which one he?s hidin? behind | |
| ?Till the two of you take of your clothes | |
| Tell each other the sweetest lines. | |
| Just another lonely evening | |
| What a waste of a Saturday night. | |
| Just another early Sunday?s coming | |
| Everything looks different in the light | |
| Which side are you on my friend? | |
| Which side are you on? | |
| You've grown your life in the shallow grave; | |
| Hold it up to the sun. | |
| We all wish we were younger then, so we would have an excuse. | |
| Shut our mouths in the virgin banes; in the lies of a hundred years. | |
| Just another lonely evening, | |
| What a waste of a Saturday night. | |
| Just another early Sunday?s coming. | |
| Everything looks different in the light. |
| zuo qu : Bianchi | |
| Other night as I lay asleep | |
| I woke to the sound of the telephone ring. | |
| Reached for the line I tried to be brave, | |
| ' Cause only trouble would call that late. | |
| It could' ve been the whiskey it could' ve been the coke, | |
| Either way he was losin' his hope. | |
| He asked me do I sit and think | |
| About the things I do and what they mean. | |
| I said " in life we all got a choice. | |
| You gotta find your song you gotta use your voice. | |
| Hold your breath and count to three, | |
| If you know the words sing along with me." | |
| Which side are you on my friend? | |
| Which side are you on? | |
| You' ve grown your life in the shallow grave | |
| Hold it up to the sun. | |
| We all wish we were younger then, so we would have an excuse. | |
| Shut our mouths in the virgin banes in the lies of a hundred years. | |
| Just another lonely evening, | |
| What a waste of a Saturday night. | |
| Just another early Sunday? s coming. | |
| Everything looks different in the light. | |
| It' s common sense of history | |
| From the notes we sing to the books we read. | |
| From the writer' s pen to the dancer' s feet, | |
| Somewhere in the middle we all meet. | |
| It' s a tragic tale of industry | |
| From the wars we wage in the name of peace. | |
| From a child' s laugh to a soldier' s fear, | |
| Somewhere in the moment we all share. | |
| It' s a nagging wave of urgency, | |
| You and I have to change these things | |
| Or the ground will break beneath our feet. | |
| Swallow up you and me and everything. | |
| Truth hurts so this should be painless. | |
| All you' ll feel is a pinch in your spine. | |
| From the place where the rosin bombs were | |
| Before you went and had a good time. | |
| Devil has so many faces | |
| Never know which one he? s hidin? behind | |
| ? Till the two of you take of your clothes | |
| Tell each other the sweetest lines. | |
| Just another lonely evening | |
| What a waste of a Saturday night. | |
| Just another early Sunday? s coming | |
| Everything looks different in the light | |
| Which side are you on my friend? | |
| Which side are you on? | |
| You' ve grown your life in the shallow grave | |
| Hold it up to the sun. | |
| We all wish we were younger then, so we would have an excuse. | |
| Shut our mouths in the virgin banes in the lies of a hundred years. | |
| Just another lonely evening, | |
| What a waste of a Saturday night. | |
| Just another early Sunday? s coming. | |
| Everything looks different in the light. |
| zuò qǔ : Bianchi | |
| Other night as I lay asleep | |
| I woke to the sound of the telephone ring. | |
| Reached for the line I tried to be brave, | |
| ' Cause only trouble would call that late. | |
| It could' ve been the whiskey it could' ve been the coke, | |
| Either way he was losin' his hope. | |
| He asked me do I sit and think | |
| About the things I do and what they mean. | |
| I said " in life we all got a choice. | |
| You gotta find your song you gotta use your voice. | |
| Hold your breath and count to three, | |
| If you know the words sing along with me." | |
| Which side are you on my friend? | |
| Which side are you on? | |
| You' ve grown your life in the shallow grave | |
| Hold it up to the sun. | |
| We all wish we were younger then, so we would have an excuse. | |
| Shut our mouths in the virgin banes in the lies of a hundred years. | |
| Just another lonely evening, | |
| What a waste of a Saturday night. | |
| Just another early Sunday? s coming. | |
| Everything looks different in the light. | |
| It' s common sense of history | |
| From the notes we sing to the books we read. | |
| From the writer' s pen to the dancer' s feet, | |
| Somewhere in the middle we all meet. | |
| It' s a tragic tale of industry | |
| From the wars we wage in the name of peace. | |
| From a child' s laugh to a soldier' s fear, | |
| Somewhere in the moment we all share. | |
| It' s a nagging wave of urgency, | |
| You and I have to change these things | |
| Or the ground will break beneath our feet. | |
| Swallow up you and me and everything. | |
| Truth hurts so this should be painless. | |
| All you' ll feel is a pinch in your spine. | |
| From the place where the rosin bombs were | |
| Before you went and had a good time. | |
| Devil has so many faces | |
| Never know which one he? s hidin? behind | |
| ? Till the two of you take of your clothes | |
| Tell each other the sweetest lines. | |
| Just another lonely evening | |
| What a waste of a Saturday night. | |
| Just another early Sunday? s coming | |
| Everything looks different in the light | |
| Which side are you on my friend? | |
| Which side are you on? | |
| You' ve grown your life in the shallow grave | |
| Hold it up to the sun. | |
| We all wish we were younger then, so we would have an excuse. | |
| Shut our mouths in the virgin banes in the lies of a hundred years. | |
| Just another lonely evening, | |
| What a waste of a Saturday night. | |
| Just another early Sunday? s coming. | |
| Everything looks different in the light. |
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