| 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 |