| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : Bad Moves |
| [00:04.083] | Same bad friends come over again |
| [00:06.552] | And take turns asking how you've been |
| [00:09.763] | And it burns to break it down slow |
| [00:12.442] | If it was this bad, you should have just said so |
| [00:17.218] | Turn up late, shirt shrunken again |
| [00:19.764] | A half-smile traced in dusty skin |
| [00:23.027] | Soft skills and delicate words |
| [00:25.735] | To cover up cracks and rust in the armor |
| [00:29.981] | But now they see you stretching your sleeves |
| [00:33.265] | Carving details off your disease |
| [00:36.454] | You had blisters, now you just bleed |
| [00:39.823] | You were special |
| [00:42.422] | And when intention sharpens your teeth |
| [00:46.345] | Your profession garbles your speech |
| [00:49.745] | Burning breaths that choke back belief |
| [00:53.269] | You were special |
| [00:56.444] | Frigid fingers fumble in |
| [00:59.279] | Airtight pockets, worn from wondering |
| [01:02.444] | You had time to turn out precious |
| [01:05.333] | Now you have less, it seems you’re just reckless |
| [01:09.682] | Same bad friends come over again |
| [01:12.324] | And coax out the worst about you |
| [01:15.163] | 'Cause when you speak in spurts and stammers |
| [01:18.504] | The curtains crash down on what you were after |
| [01:21.943] | And now it's patience grasping your neck |
| [01:25.718] | Now it’s business gripping your chest |
| [01:29.031] | Your restraint compels you to rest |
| [01:32.259] | You were special |
| [01:35.552] | Your protectors bless your good deeds |
| [01:38.995] | Your successors live to succeed |
| [01:42.220] | You'll repress whatever you read |
| [01:48.453] | Hide out, measure the mess |
| [01:51.149] | Trust the nice family cutting the checks |
| [01:54.814] | Ride out nevertheless |
| [01:57.841] | To find your bad friends impressed with your progress |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : Bad Moves |
| [00:04.083] | Same bad friends come over again |
| [00:06.552] | And take turns asking how you' ve been |
| [00:09.763] | And it burns to break it down slow |
| [00:12.442] | If it was this bad, you should have just said so |
| [00:17.218] | Turn up late, shirt shrunken again |
| [00:19.764] | A half-smile traced in dusty skin |
| [00:23.027] | Soft skills and delicate words |
| [00:25.735] | To cover up cracks and rust in the armor |
| [00:29.981] | But now they see you stretching your sleeves |
| [00:33.265] | Carving details off your disease |
| [00:36.454] | You had blisters, now you just bleed |
| [00:39.823] | You were special |
| [00:42.422] | And when intention sharpens your teeth |
| [00:46.345] | Your profession garbles your speech |
| [00:49.745] | Burning breaths that choke back belief |
| [00:53.269] | You were special |
| [00:56.444] | Frigid fingers fumble in |
| [00:59.279] | Airtight pockets, worn from wondering |
| [01:02.444] | You had time to turn out precious |
| [01:05.333] | Now you have less, it seems you' re just reckless |
| [01:09.682] | Same bad friends come over again |
| [01:12.324] | And coax out the worst about you |
| [01:15.163] | ' Cause when you speak in spurts and stammers |
| [01:18.504] | The curtains crash down on what you were after |
| [01:21.943] | And now it' s patience grasping your neck |
| [01:25.718] | Now it' s business gripping your chest |
| [01:29.031] | Your restraint compels you to rest |
| [01:32.259] | You were special |
| [01:35.552] | Your protectors bless your good deeds |
| [01:38.995] | Your successors live to succeed |
| [01:42.220] | You' ll repress whatever you read |
| [01:48.453] | Hide out, measure the mess |
| [01:51.149] | Trust the nice family cutting the checks |
| [01:54.814] | Ride out nevertheless |
| [01:57.841] | To find your bad friends impressed with your progress |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Bad Moves |
| [00:04.083] | Same bad friends come over again |
| [00:06.552] | And take turns asking how you' ve been |
| [00:09.763] | And it burns to break it down slow |
| [00:12.442] | If it was this bad, you should have just said so |
| [00:17.218] | Turn up late, shirt shrunken again |
| [00:19.764] | A half-smile traced in dusty skin |
| [00:23.027] | Soft skills and delicate words |
| [00:25.735] | To cover up cracks and rust in the armor |
| [00:29.981] | But now they see you stretching your sleeves |
| [00:33.265] | Carving details off your disease |
| [00:36.454] | You had blisters, now you just bleed |
| [00:39.823] | You were special |
| [00:42.422] | And when intention sharpens your teeth |
| [00:46.345] | Your profession garbles your speech |
| [00:49.745] | Burning breaths that choke back belief |
| [00:53.269] | You were special |
| [00:56.444] | Frigid fingers fumble in |
| [00:59.279] | Airtight pockets, worn from wondering |
| [01:02.444] | You had time to turn out precious |
| [01:05.333] | Now you have less, it seems you' re just reckless |
| [01:09.682] | Same bad friends come over again |
| [01:12.324] | And coax out the worst about you |
| [01:15.163] | ' Cause when you speak in spurts and stammers |
| [01:18.504] | The curtains crash down on what you were after |
| [01:21.943] | And now it' s patience grasping your neck |
| [01:25.718] | Now it' s business gripping your chest |
| [01:29.031] | Your restraint compels you to rest |
| [01:32.259] | You were special |
| [01:35.552] | Your protectors bless your good deeds |
| [01:38.995] | Your successors live to succeed |
| [01:42.220] | You' ll repress whatever you read |
| [01:48.453] | Hide out, measure the mess |
| [01:51.149] | Trust the nice family cutting the checks |
| [01:54.814] | Ride out nevertheless |
| [01:57.841] | To find your bad friends impressed with your progress |
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