Song | What Day Is It, October? |
Artist | Free Throw |
Album | Those Days Are Gone |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.000] | 作曲 : Free Throw |
[00:11.80] | My lifestyle is a form of suicide |
[00:16.67] | But then again everyone’s is |
[00:22.22] | Mine just may be faster than others |
[00:25.04] | The drinking, smoking, hearing from my mother |
[00:27.46] | That I should take much better care of myself |
[00:33.71] | I spend my life staring at my bedroom walls |
[00:38.64] | The TVs on but I don’t care |
[00:44.18] | In my mind it really hasn’t been that long |
[00:49.31] | But then reality sets in and It’s been years. |
[01:07.98] | All alone in my room |
[01:18.67] | Without anything to do |
[01:25.36] | Except I’m thinking of you |
[01:28.05] | And the times that we spent |
[01:30.86] | Glued at the lips, always attached at the hip |
[01:36.62] | Your special brand of crazy |
[01:38.88] | And the sex after fights |
[01:41.38] | I know that those days are gone |
[01:43.45] | I think about it most nights |
[01:46.62] | Those days are gone. |
[02:17.61] | I think about you most nights. |
[00:00.000] | zuo qu : Free Throw |
[00:11.80] | My lifestyle is a form of suicide |
[00:16.67] | But then again everyone' s is |
[00:22.22] | Mine just may be faster than others |
[00:25.04] | The drinking, smoking, hearing from my mother |
[00:27.46] | That I should take much better care of myself |
[00:33.71] | I spend my life staring at my bedroom walls |
[00:38.64] | The TVs on but I don' t care |
[00:44.18] | In my mind it really hasn' t been that long |
[00:49.31] | But then reality sets in and It' s been years. |
[01:07.98] | All alone in my room |
[01:18.67] | Without anything to do |
[01:25.36] | Except I' m thinking of you |
[01:28.05] | And the times that we spent |
[01:30.86] | Glued at the lips, always attached at the hip |
[01:36.62] | Your special brand of crazy |
[01:38.88] | And the sex after fights |
[01:41.38] | I know that those days are gone |
[01:43.45] | I think about it most nights |
[01:46.62] | Those days are gone. |
[02:17.61] | I think about you most nights. |
[00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Free Throw |
[00:11.80] | My lifestyle is a form of suicide |
[00:16.67] | But then again everyone' s is |
[00:22.22] | Mine just may be faster than others |
[00:25.04] | The drinking, smoking, hearing from my mother |
[00:27.46] | That I should take much better care of myself |
[00:33.71] | I spend my life staring at my bedroom walls |
[00:38.64] | The TVs on but I don' t care |
[00:44.18] | In my mind it really hasn' t been that long |
[00:49.31] | But then reality sets in and It' s been years. |
[01:07.98] | All alone in my room |
[01:18.67] | Without anything to do |
[01:25.36] | Except I' m thinking of you |
[01:28.05] | And the times that we spent |
[01:30.86] | Glued at the lips, always attached at the hip |
[01:36.62] | Your special brand of crazy |
[01:38.88] | And the sex after fights |
[01:41.38] | I know that those days are gone |
[01:43.45] | I think about it most nights |
[01:46.62] | Those days are gone. |
[02:17.61] | I think about you most nights. |