| 作曲 : Mitchell, Nolan, Pointer | |
| Knowing what I know | |
| I'm never free to come and go | |
| But when I try to open doors | |
| I burn when daylight hits the floor | |
| Playing the skin game | |
| Breathing the blue flame | |
| Playing the skin game | |
| In sight, insane | |
| Knowing what I know | |
| I've been looking for a space to grow | |
| And maybe I can set you free | |
| Yes maybe I can set you free | |
| Playing the skin game | |
| Breathing the blue flame | |
| Playing the skin game | |
| In sight, insane | |
| I'm content to live in the vacuum I have made | |
| A comfortable existence on my own | |
| The problems of the world are there for others to debate | |
| I prefer to face my days alone! | |
| Kneeling down before I sleep | |
| Never said a prayer that I believed | |
| One day you'll understand | |
| Why have I become this way? | |
| Maybe it's another quirk of fate | |
| Yielding to my DNA | |
| Try to live on my own | |
| Reborn once more as a whisper on the telephone | |
| Unafraid of it all | |
| Every thought, every dream, I will call! I will call! | |
| Now I'm living alone | |
| And all I am is a whisper on the telephone | |
| Making sense of it all | |
| Every thought, every dream, I will call! I will call! |
| zuo qu : Mitchell, Nolan, Pointer | |
| Knowing what I know | |
| I' m never free to come and go | |
| But when I try to open doors | |
| I burn when daylight hits the floor | |
| Playing the skin game | |
| Breathing the blue flame | |
| Playing the skin game | |
| In sight, insane | |
| Knowing what I know | |
| I' ve been looking for a space to grow | |
| And maybe I can set you free | |
| Yes maybe I can set you free | |
| Playing the skin game | |
| Breathing the blue flame | |
| Playing the skin game | |
| In sight, insane | |
| I' m content to live in the vacuum I have made | |
| A comfortable existence on my own | |
| The problems of the world are there for others to debate | |
| I prefer to face my days alone! | |
| Kneeling down before I sleep | |
| Never said a prayer that I believed | |
| One day you' ll understand | |
| Why have I become this way? | |
| Maybe it' s another quirk of fate | |
| Yielding to my DNA | |
| Try to live on my own | |
| Reborn once more as a whisper on the telephone | |
| Unafraid of it all | |
| Every thought, every dream, I will call! I will call! | |
| Now I' m living alone | |
| And all I am is a whisper on the telephone | |
| Making sense of it all | |
| Every thought, every dream, I will call! I will call! |
| zuò qǔ : Mitchell, Nolan, Pointer | |
| Knowing what I know | |
| I' m never free to come and go | |
| But when I try to open doors | |
| I burn when daylight hits the floor | |
| Playing the skin game | |
| Breathing the blue flame | |
| Playing the skin game | |
| In sight, insane | |
| Knowing what I know | |
| I' ve been looking for a space to grow | |
| And maybe I can set you free | |
| Yes maybe I can set you free | |
| Playing the skin game | |
| Breathing the blue flame | |
| Playing the skin game | |
| In sight, insane | |
| I' m content to live in the vacuum I have made | |
| A comfortable existence on my own | |
| The problems of the world are there for others to debate | |
| I prefer to face my days alone! | |
| Kneeling down before I sleep | |
| Never said a prayer that I believed | |
| One day you' ll understand | |
| Why have I become this way? | |
| Maybe it' s another quirk of fate | |
| Yielding to my DNA | |
| Try to live on my own | |
| Reborn once more as a whisper on the telephone | |
| Unafraid of it all | |
| Every thought, every dream, I will call! I will call! | |
| Now I' m living alone | |
| And all I am is a whisper on the telephone | |
| Making sense of it all | |
| Every thought, every dream, I will call! I will call! |
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