| Song | Fuzz |
| Artist | Musty Luxury |
| Album | Hello My Dear |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Катачигова Сабина Эльхан Кызы | |
| 作曲 : Ермолаев Михаил Михайлович/Круглов Александр Анатольевич/Леонтьев Борис Ильич/Степанов Максим Александрович | |
| here it comes, again | |
| my head is not covered and heart is not steady | |
| but it comes, again! | |
| you're holding my hand begging me to get ready | |
| you and me! we both | |
| know that's the last thing that should've happen to us | |
| but you see, it's really gross | |
| we should escape from the fuss | |
| and it comes! again! | |
| the panic attackes me | |
| I'm helplessly shaking | |
| but it comes | |
| again | |
| we cannot believe what we see | |
| we must be mistaking | |
| you and me! we both | |
| know that's the last thing that should've happen to us | |
| but you see, it's really gross | |
| we should escape from the fuss | |
| now the bomb | |
| is dropped | |
| the sky is all black and the oceans are red | |
| feels like the world | |
| has stopped | |
| but what could it be about if we're not dead?! | |
| you and me! we both | |
| knew that's the last thing that should've happen to us | |
| but you see... it was really gross | |
| we should escape from the fuss |
| zuo ci : | |
| zuo qu : | |
| here it comes, again | |
| my head is not covered and heart is not steady | |
| but it comes, again! | |
| you' re holding my hand begging me to get ready | |
| you and me! we both | |
| know that' s the last thing that should' ve happen to us | |
| but you see, it' s really gross | |
| we should escape from the fuss | |
| and it comes! again! | |
| the panic attackes me | |
| I' m helplessly shaking | |
| but it comes | |
| again | |
| we cannot believe what we see | |
| we must be mistaking | |
| you and me! we both | |
| know that' s the last thing that should' ve happen to us | |
| but you see, it' s really gross | |
| we should escape from the fuss | |
| now the bomb | |
| is dropped | |
| the sky is all black and the oceans are red | |
| feels like the world | |
| has stopped | |
| but what could it be about if we' re not dead? ! | |
| you and me! we both | |
| knew that' s the last thing that should' ve happen to us | |
| but you see. . . it was really gross | |
| we should escape from the fuss |
| zuò cí : | |
| zuò qǔ : | |
| here it comes, again | |
| my head is not covered and heart is not steady | |
| but it comes, again! | |
| you' re holding my hand begging me to get ready | |
| you and me! we both | |
| know that' s the last thing that should' ve happen to us | |
| but you see, it' s really gross | |
| we should escape from the fuss | |
| and it comes! again! | |
| the panic attackes me | |
| I' m helplessly shaking | |
| but it comes | |
| again | |
| we cannot believe what we see | |
| we must be mistaking | |
| you and me! we both | |
| know that' s the last thing that should' ve happen to us | |
| but you see, it' s really gross | |
| we should escape from the fuss | |
| now the bomb | |
| is dropped | |
| the sky is all black and the oceans are red | |
| feels like the world | |
| has stopped | |
| but what could it be about if we' re not dead? ! | |
| you and me! we both | |
| knew that' s the last thing that should' ve happen to us | |
| but you see. . . it was really gross | |
| we should escape from the fuss |