Song | Byron Black |
Artist | Autopilot Off |
Album | Make a Sound |
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I met a man named Byron Black | |
And he carried his life strapped to his back | |
On a sidewalk in Huston he called home | |
Crying 'Don't you forget me' he said | |
Don't you forget me | |
You don't know | |
What it's like to walk alone | |
You don't know | |
And I hope you never will | |
Every stride | |
Wears the soul more thin | |
Until it's slowly worn down to nothing | |
Every stride | |
Wears the soul more thin | |
Until it's slowly worn down to nothing | |
And what can I do now? | |
Faces of people he would see | |
They were colder than any city street | |
And the days go on and on | |
And they just walk by | |
I'm disappearing he said | |
I'm disappearing | |
You don't know | |
What it's like | |
To walk alone | |
You don't know | |
And I hope you never will | |
Every stride | |
Wears the soul more thin | |
Until it's slowly worn down to nothing | |
Every stride | |
Wears the soul more thin | |
Until it's slowly worn down to nothing | |
And what can I do now? | |
Every hour gave that mames | |
But our hearts don't work the same | |
By products of an evolution | |
Lost always looking for a lost solution | |
Now... | |
Every stride | |
Wears the soul more thin | |
Until it's slowly worn down to nothing | |
Every stride | |
Wears the soul more thin | |
Until it's slowly worn down to nothing | |
Every stride | |
Wears the soul more thin | |
Until it's slowly worn down to nothing | |
Every stride | |
Wears the soul more thin | |
Until it's slowly worn down to nothing | |
No! | |
[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Autopilot Off, Johnson |
I met a man named Byron Black | |
And he carried his life strapped to his back | |
On a sidewalk in Huston he called home | |
Crying ' Don' t you forget me' he said | |
Don' t you forget me | |
You don' t know | |
What it' s like to walk alone | |
You don' t know | |
And I hope you never will | |
Every stride | |
Wears the soul more thin | |
Until it' s slowly worn down to nothing | |
Every stride | |
Wears the soul more thin | |
Until it' s slowly worn down to nothing | |
And what can I do now? | |
Faces of people he would see | |
They were colder than any city street | |
And the days go on and on | |
And they just walk by | |
I' m disappearing he said | |
I' m disappearing | |
You don' t know | |
What it' s like | |
To walk alone | |
You don' t know | |
And I hope you never will | |
Every stride | |
Wears the soul more thin | |
Until it' s slowly worn down to nothing | |
Every stride | |
Wears the soul more thin | |
Until it' s slowly worn down to nothing | |
And what can I do now? | |
Every hour gave that mames | |
But our hearts don' t work the same | |
By products of an evolution | |
Lost always looking for a lost solution | |
Now... | |
Every stride | |
Wears the soul more thin | |
Until it' s slowly worn down to nothing | |
Every stride | |
Wears the soul more thin | |
Until it' s slowly worn down to nothing | |
Every stride | |
Wears the soul more thin | |
Until it' s slowly worn down to nothing | |
Every stride | |
Wears the soul more thin | |
Until it' s slowly worn down to nothing | |
No! | |
[00:00.00] | zuo qu : Autopilot Off, Johnson |
I met a man named Byron Black | |
And he carried his life strapped to his back | |
On a sidewalk in Huston he called home | |
Crying ' Don' t you forget me' he said | |
Don' t you forget me | |
You don' t know | |
What it' s like to walk alone | |
You don' t know | |
And I hope you never will | |
Every stride | |
Wears the soul more thin | |
Until it' s slowly worn down to nothing | |
Every stride | |
Wears the soul more thin | |
Until it' s slowly worn down to nothing | |
And what can I do now? | |
Faces of people he would see | |
They were colder than any city street | |
And the days go on and on | |
And they just walk by | |
I' m disappearing he said | |
I' m disappearing | |
You don' t know | |
What it' s like | |
To walk alone | |
You don' t know | |
And I hope you never will | |
Every stride | |
Wears the soul more thin | |
Until it' s slowly worn down to nothing | |
Every stride | |
Wears the soul more thin | |
Until it' s slowly worn down to nothing | |
And what can I do now? | |
Every hour gave that mames | |
But our hearts don' t work the same | |
By products of an evolution | |
Lost always looking for a lost solution | |
Now... | |
Every stride | |
Wears the soul more thin | |
Until it' s slowly worn down to nothing | |
Every stride | |
Wears the soul more thin | |
Until it' s slowly worn down to nothing | |
Every stride | |
Wears the soul more thin | |
Until it' s slowly worn down to nothing | |
Every stride | |
Wears the soul more thin | |
Until it' s slowly worn down to nothing | |
No! | |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Autopilot Off, Johnson |