9000 Miles Lyrics

	作词 : Thomas Backes
	作曲 : Bernd Wittefeld/Lukas Weyland/Thomas Backes/Christopher Neun
	Out of breath, but it’s not a surrender
	I’ve been through this a hundred times before
	and now that’s not the time to complain about things
	but i won‘t sit tight and watch TV or listen to the radio
	I pack stuff into bags and
	i wont sit tight and let things take their course as
	Friday night is not for being alone
	I won‘t go there without you, won‘t go there without you
	For being alone
	When i’m face down there‘s a light
	it makes my eyes shine bright
	Waiting for the finish line
	Where hours turn to moments
	And I will make them mine
	Oh this place fills up my heart so easily
	with memories both sweet and sore
	and pretty songs i’ve never heard before
	People so lovely, food i’ve never had
	Street signs i need to translate
	Accents i can’t understand
	Oh it hurts to write those lines
	To be reminded day by day
	That thats’s not home
	This neighbourghood is yours, may we share it for now?
	I’ll sleep on the floor, in the van, on the road
	under the kitchen table
	under the kitchen table
	I love the kitchen table

	zuo ci : Thomas Backes
	zuo qu : Bernd Wittefeld Lukas Weyland Thomas Backes Christopher Neun
	Out of breath, but it' s not a surrender
	I' ve been through this a hundred times before
	and now that' s not the time to complain about things
	but i won' t sit tight and watch TV or listen to the radio
	I pack stuff into bags and
	i wont sit tight and let things take their course as
	Friday night is not for being alone
	I won' t go there without you, won' t go there without you
	For being alone
	When i' m face down there' s a light
	it makes my eyes shine bright
	Waiting for the finish line
	Where hours turn to moments
	And I will make them mine
	Oh this place fills up my heart so easily
	with memories both sweet and sore
	and pretty songs i' ve never heard before
	People so lovely, food i' ve never had
	Street signs i need to translate
	Accents i can' t understand
	Oh it hurts to write those lines
	To be reminded day by day
	That thats' s not home
	This neighbourghood is yours, may we share it for now?
	I' ll sleep on the floor, in the van, on the road
	under the kitchen table
	under the kitchen table
	I love the kitchen table

	zuò cí : Thomas Backes
	zuò qǔ : Bernd Wittefeld Lukas Weyland Thomas Backes Christopher Neun
	Out of breath, but it' s not a surrender
	I' ve been through this a hundred times before
	and now that' s not the time to complain about things
	but i won' t sit tight and watch TV or listen to the radio
	I pack stuff into bags and
	i wont sit tight and let things take their course as
	Friday night is not for being alone
	I won' t go there without you, won' t go there without you
	For being alone
	When i' m face down there' s a light
	it makes my eyes shine bright
	Waiting for the finish line
	Where hours turn to moments
	And I will make them mine
	Oh this place fills up my heart so easily
	with memories both sweet and sore
	and pretty songs i' ve never heard before
	People so lovely, food i' ve never had
	Street signs i need to translate
	Accents i can' t understand
	Oh it hurts to write those lines
	To be reminded day by day
	That thats' s not home
	This neighbourghood is yours, may we share it for now?
	I' ll sleep on the floor, in the van, on the road
	under the kitchen table
	under the kitchen table
	I love the kitchen table

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