| 作曲 : Cleaver, Wussy | |
| I remember puking down the side of the car, | |
| The cost of drinking liquor from the mouth of a jar, | |
| Leaning on the fender and declaring that we'd name a star. | |
| Tramping through the brambles til our pants were all torn, | |
| Searching for a paper bag of mildewy porn, | |
| Reflecting ont he never-ending question - | |
| Why had we been bron? | |
| Happiness bleeds all over you and me. | |
| I remember stumbling down the side of the road, | |
| Reeling from the ill effects of licking a toad, | |
| Bobbing and weaving and waiting for the sun to explode. | |
| Hour after hour throwing rocks at a sign, | |
| Looking for the weapon on the leafy incline, | |
| Swearing it's the first time you've ever seen it, | |
| screaming it's not mine. | |
| I remember sadness at the edge of your eyes | |
| Surrounded by the darkness of a dead winter sky. | |
| Something like a kiss upon the temple and the word goodbye. | |
| There were never devils living under the stairs, | |
| There were never angels in your grandmother's hair. | |
| There has never ever been another that I could compare. | |
| Happiness bleeds. |
| zuo qu : Cleaver, Wussy | |
| I remember puking down the side of the car, | |
| The cost of drinking liquor from the mouth of a jar, | |
| Leaning on the fender and declaring that we' d name a star. | |
| Tramping through the brambles til our pants were all torn, | |
| Searching for a paper bag of mildewy porn, | |
| Reflecting ont he neverending question | |
| Why had we been bron? | |
| Happiness bleeds all over you and me. | |
| I remember stumbling down the side of the road, | |
| Reeling from the ill effects of licking a toad, | |
| Bobbing and weaving and waiting for the sun to explode. | |
| Hour after hour throwing rocks at a sign, | |
| Looking for the weapon on the leafy incline, | |
| Swearing it' s the first time you' ve ever seen it, | |
| screaming it' s not mine. | |
| I remember sadness at the edge of your eyes | |
| Surrounded by the darkness of a dead winter sky. | |
| Something like a kiss upon the temple and the word goodbye. | |
| There were never devils living under the stairs, | |
| There were never angels in your grandmother' s hair. | |
| There has never ever been another that I could compare. | |
| Happiness bleeds. |
| zuò qǔ : Cleaver, Wussy | |
| I remember puking down the side of the car, | |
| The cost of drinking liquor from the mouth of a jar, | |
| Leaning on the fender and declaring that we' d name a star. | |
| Tramping through the brambles til our pants were all torn, | |
| Searching for a paper bag of mildewy porn, | |
| Reflecting ont he neverending question | |
| Why had we been bron? | |
| Happiness bleeds all over you and me. | |
| I remember stumbling down the side of the road, | |
| Reeling from the ill effects of licking a toad, | |
| Bobbing and weaving and waiting for the sun to explode. | |
| Hour after hour throwing rocks at a sign, | |
| Looking for the weapon on the leafy incline, | |
| Swearing it' s the first time you' ve ever seen it, | |
| screaming it' s not mine. | |
| I remember sadness at the edge of your eyes | |
| Surrounded by the darkness of a dead winter sky. | |
| Something like a kiss upon the temple and the word goodbye. | |
| There were never devils living under the stairs, | |
| There were never angels in your grandmother' s hair. | |
| There has never ever been another that I could compare. | |
| Happiness bleeds. |
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