| 作曲 : Baker | |
| Green-leaf dawn implies | |
| something sweet in mind. | |
| But it's still your fingers in my back pocket. | |
| Makes me wonder why I sit here so tall, | |
| and why I run from the walls. | |
| Critters by the litter | |
| come gushing out my eyes, | |
| like fears yet worth the fright. | |
| So, pour me a drink, | |
| and I'll spill this dark ink. | |
| I'll tell you it's all for you, | |
| but it ain't it's just my way of coping | |
| with this bleary-eyed baby girl. | |
| Well, it's just my way of coping | |
| with this bleary-eyed baby girl, | |
| dying on my kitchen floor. | |
| [But it ain't it's just my way of coping | |
| with this bleary-eyed baby girl. | |
| Well, it's just my way of coping | |
| with this bleary-eyed baby girl, | |
| dying on my kitchen floor.] |
| zuo qu : Baker | |
| Greenleaf dawn implies | |
| something sweet in mind. | |
| But it' s still your fingers in my back pocket. | |
| Makes me wonder why I sit here so tall, | |
| and why I run from the walls. | |
| Critters by the litter | |
| come gushing out my eyes, | |
| like fears yet worth the fright. | |
| So, pour me a drink, | |
| and I' ll spill this dark ink. | |
| I' ll tell you it' s all for you, | |
| but it ain' t it' s just my way of coping | |
| with this blearyeyed baby girl. | |
| Well, it' s just my way of coping | |
| with this blearyeyed baby girl, | |
| dying on my kitchen floor. | |
| But it ain' t it' s just my way of coping | |
| with this blearyeyed baby girl. | |
| Well, it' s just my way of coping | |
| with this blearyeyed baby girl, | |
| dying on my kitchen floor. |
| zuò qǔ : Baker | |
| Greenleaf dawn implies | |
| something sweet in mind. | |
| But it' s still your fingers in my back pocket. | |
| Makes me wonder why I sit here so tall, | |
| and why I run from the walls. | |
| Critters by the litter | |
| come gushing out my eyes, | |
| like fears yet worth the fright. | |
| So, pour me a drink, | |
| and I' ll spill this dark ink. | |
| I' ll tell you it' s all for you, | |
| but it ain' t it' s just my way of coping | |
| with this blearyeyed baby girl. | |
| Well, it' s just my way of coping | |
| with this blearyeyed baby girl, | |
| dying on my kitchen floor. | |
| But it ain' t it' s just my way of coping | |
| with this blearyeyed baby girl. | |
| Well, it' s just my way of coping | |
| with this blearyeyed baby girl, | |
| dying on my kitchen floor. |
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