| 作曲 : Hunt | |
| I really love it when... I love it when we make mistakes; | |
| Because once again, it gives me a reason to complain... | |
| I love the battle lines, the battle lines we draw and cross in the mud; | |
| Ooh, I love it when we fight, standin' on the verge of breakin' up or makin' love... | |
| What would I do if we were perfect? | |
| Where would I go for disappointment? | |
| Love without pain would leave me wonderin' why I stay... | |
| And I think of savin' myself, | |
| But with nothin' to complain about up in Heaven, what would I do? | |
| I think of savin' myself, | |
| But I really wanna work it out down here in Hell with you... | |
| Magic carpet ride - it don't have to last forever; | |
| I know we shouldn't fly so high, but, the closer to the sun we go, the better... | |
| See, I wanna make you feel the fire, wanna burn you with my bad days; | |
| Ooh, I wanna be unsatisfied, so you can feel the heat comin' from me, baby... | |
| What would I do if we were perfect? | |
| (Where would I go?) Where would I go for disappointment? | |
| (Words without hate...) Words without hate would leave me nothin' left to say... | |
| And I think of savin' myself, | |
| But with nothin' to complain about up in Heaven, what would I do? | |
| I think of savin' myself, | |
| But I really wanna work it out down here in Hell with you... | |
| Think of savin' myself, but with nothin' to complain about up in Heaven... | |
| (Think of savin' myself...) | |
| Oh, savin' myself (Think of savin' myself...) - I really wanna work it out down here in Hell... | |
| (Down here in hell...) | |
| Think of savin' myself (Think of savin' myself...), but with nothin' to complain about up in Heaven... | |
| (Think of savin' myself...) | |
| I think of savin' myself (Think of savin' myself...), but I really wanna work it out down here in Hell with you.... | |
| Down here in Hell with you... (Down here in hell with you...) | |
| Down here in Hell with you... (Down here in hell with you...) | |
| Down here in Hell with you... (Down here in hell with you...) | |
| Down here in Hell with you... (Whatever you're goin' through...) | |
| Down here in Hell with you... (I can feel the fire with you, baby...) | |
| Down here in Hell with you... (Oh, yeah...) |
| zuo qu : Hunt | |
| I really love it when. . . I love it when we make mistakes | |
| Because once again, it gives me a reason to complain. . . | |
| I love the battle lines, the battle lines we draw and cross in the mud | |
| Ooh, I love it when we fight, standin' on the verge of breakin' up or makin' love. . . | |
| What would I do if we were perfect? | |
| Where would I go for disappointment? | |
| Love without pain would leave me wonderin' why I stay. . . | |
| And I think of savin' myself, | |
| But with nothin' to complain about up in Heaven, what would I do? | |
| I think of savin' myself, | |
| But I really wanna work it out down here in Hell with you. . . | |
| Magic carpet ride - it don' t have to last forever | |
| I know we shouldn' t fly so high, but, the closer to the sun we go, the better. . . | |
| See, I wanna make you feel the fire, wanna burn you with my bad days | |
| Ooh, I wanna be unsatisfied, so you can feel the heat comin' from me, baby. . . | |
| What would I do if we were perfect? | |
| Where would I go? Where would I go for disappointment? | |
| Words without hate. . . Words without hate would leave me nothin' left to say. . . | |
| And I think of savin' myself, | |
| But with nothin' to complain about up in Heaven, what would I do? | |
| I think of savin' myself, | |
| But I really wanna work it out down here in Hell with you. . . | |
| Think of savin' myself, but with nothin' to complain about up in Heaven. . . | |
| Think of savin' myself. . . | |
| Oh, savin' myself Think of savin' myself. . . - I really wanna work it out down here in Hell. . . | |
| Down here in hell. . . | |
| Think of savin' myself Think of savin' myself. . . , but with nothin' to complain about up in Heaven. . . | |
| Think of savin' myself. . . | |
| I think of savin' myself Think of savin' myself. . . , but I really wanna work it out down here in Hell with you. . . . | |
| Down here in Hell with you. . . Down here in hell with you. . . | |
| Down here in Hell with you. . . Down here in hell with you. . . | |
| Down here in Hell with you. . . Down here in hell with you. . . | |
| Down here in Hell with you. . . Whatever you' re goin' through. . . | |
| Down here in Hell with you. . . I can feel the fire with you, baby. . . | |
| Down here in Hell with you. . . Oh, yeah. . . |
| zuò qǔ : Hunt | |
| I really love it when. . . I love it when we make mistakes | |
| Because once again, it gives me a reason to complain. . . | |
| I love the battle lines, the battle lines we draw and cross in the mud | |
| Ooh, I love it when we fight, standin' on the verge of breakin' up or makin' love. . . | |
| What would I do if we were perfect? | |
| Where would I go for disappointment? | |
| Love without pain would leave me wonderin' why I stay. . . | |
| And I think of savin' myself, | |
| But with nothin' to complain about up in Heaven, what would I do? | |
| I think of savin' myself, | |
| But I really wanna work it out down here in Hell with you. . . | |
| Magic carpet ride - it don' t have to last forever | |
| I know we shouldn' t fly so high, but, the closer to the sun we go, the better. . . | |
| See, I wanna make you feel the fire, wanna burn you with my bad days | |
| Ooh, I wanna be unsatisfied, so you can feel the heat comin' from me, baby. . . | |
| What would I do if we were perfect? | |
| Where would I go? Where would I go for disappointment? | |
| Words without hate. . . Words without hate would leave me nothin' left to say. . . | |
| And I think of savin' myself, | |
| But with nothin' to complain about up in Heaven, what would I do? | |
| I think of savin' myself, | |
| But I really wanna work it out down here in Hell with you. . . | |
| Think of savin' myself, but with nothin' to complain about up in Heaven. . . | |
| Think of savin' myself. . . | |
| Oh, savin' myself Think of savin' myself. . . - I really wanna work it out down here in Hell. . . | |
| Down here in hell. . . | |
| Think of savin' myself Think of savin' myself. . . , but with nothin' to complain about up in Heaven. . . | |
| Think of savin' myself. . . | |
| I think of savin' myself Think of savin' myself. . . , but I really wanna work it out down here in Hell with you. . . . | |
| Down here in Hell with you. . . Down here in hell with you. . . | |
| Down here in Hell with you. . . Down here in hell with you. . . | |
| Down here in Hell with you. . . Down here in hell with you. . . | |
| Down here in Hell with you. . . Whatever you' re goin' through. . . | |
| Down here in Hell with you. . . I can feel the fire with you, baby. . . | |
| Down here in Hell with you. . . Oh, yeah. . . |
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