| 作词 : Gilbert, Martin, Pessis | |
| Don't you color me by the way you paint your picture | |
| I'm happy just the way I am | |
| It's been soaked into my bones, a child under pressure | |
| I'm a bastard of the master plan | |
| I wanna live my life | |
| Don't wanna live a lie | |
| I hear freedom ringin' | |
| Everyone's got a place | |
| But where do I fit in | |
| Don't go sellin' me a dream you can't deliver | |
| Like a dog in a cat suit, it's a poor disguise | |
| Strange little angels a parade of saints and sinners | |
| Greetings from the other side | |
| I wanna live my life | |
| I don't wanna live a lie | |
| I hear freedom ringin' | |
| Everyone's got a place | |
| But where do I fit in | |
| I was walking on glass from a thousand broken mirrors | |
| Saw my reflection stare me down | |
| I tried to run, I was going through the motions | |
| I got my feet on solid ground | |
| I wanna live my life | |
| Don't wanna live a lie | |
| I hear freedom ringin' | |
| I wasn't the same as you baby | |
| But take a walk in my shoes | |
| I hear freedom ringin' | |
| Everyone's got a place | |
| But where do I fit in |
| zuo ci : Gilbert, Martin, Pessis | |
| Don' t you color me by the way you paint your picture | |
| I' m happy just the way I am | |
| It' s been soaked into my bones, a child under pressure | |
| I' m a bastard of the master plan | |
| I wanna live my life | |
| Don' t wanna live a lie | |
| I hear freedom ringin' | |
| Everyone' s got a place | |
| But where do I fit in | |
| Don' t go sellin' me a dream you can' t deliver | |
| Like a dog in a cat suit, it' s a poor disguise | |
| Strange little angels a parade of saints and sinners | |
| Greetings from the other side | |
| I wanna live my life | |
| I don' t wanna live a lie | |
| I hear freedom ringin' | |
| Everyone' s got a place | |
| But where do I fit in | |
| I was walking on glass from a thousand broken mirrors | |
| Saw my reflection stare me down | |
| I tried to run, I was going through the motions | |
| I got my feet on solid ground | |
| I wanna live my life | |
| Don' t wanna live a lie | |
| I hear freedom ringin' | |
| I wasn' t the same as you baby | |
| But take a walk in my shoes | |
| I hear freedom ringin' | |
| Everyone' s got a place | |
| But where do I fit in |
| zuò cí : Gilbert, Martin, Pessis | |
| Don' t you color me by the way you paint your picture | |
| I' m happy just the way I am | |
| It' s been soaked into my bones, a child under pressure | |
| I' m a bastard of the master plan | |
| I wanna live my life | |
| Don' t wanna live a lie | |
| I hear freedom ringin' | |
| Everyone' s got a place | |
| But where do I fit in | |
| Don' t go sellin' me a dream you can' t deliver | |
| Like a dog in a cat suit, it' s a poor disguise | |
| Strange little angels a parade of saints and sinners | |
| Greetings from the other side | |
| I wanna live my life | |
| I don' t wanna live a lie | |
| I hear freedom ringin' | |
| Everyone' s got a place | |
| But where do I fit in | |
| I was walking on glass from a thousand broken mirrors | |
| Saw my reflection stare me down | |
| I tried to run, I was going through the motions | |
| I got my feet on solid ground | |
| I wanna live my life | |
| Don' t wanna live a lie | |
| I hear freedom ringin' | |
| I wasn' t the same as you baby | |
| But take a walk in my shoes | |
| I hear freedom ringin' | |
| Everyone' s got a place | |
| But where do I fit in |