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  • 作词 : White Nawat
    ☆ HomToㄨYeah
    I'm bringing back ghosts
    that are no longer there
    I'm gettin' hard on myself
    sittin' in my easy chair
    Well, there's three people in the mirror
    and I'm wonderin' which one of them I should choose
    Well, I can't keep from laughin'
    spittin' out these 300 mile per hour outpour blues

    I'm breakin' my teeth off
    tryin' to bite my lip
    There's all kinds of red-headed women
    that I ain't supposed to kiss
    And it's that color that never fails
    to turn me blue
    So I just swallow it and hold on to it
    and use it to scare the hell out of you

    I have a woman
    'says come and watch me bleed
    And I'm wonderin' just how I can do that
    and still give her everything that she needs
    Well, there's three people in my head that have the answer
    and one of them's got to be you
    But you're holding tight to it -- the answer
    singin' these three hundred mile per hour outpour blues

    Put on gloves, a tied scarf and wrap up warm
    on this winter night
    Everytime you get defensive
    you're just looking for a fight
    It's safe to sing somebody out there's got a problem
    with almost anything you'll do
    Well, next time they stab you don't fight back just play the victim
    instead of playin' the fool
    And the roads are covered with a million
    little molecules
    Of cigarette ashes and the school floors are covered
    with pieces of pencil eraser too
    Well sooner or later the ground's gonna be holdin' all
    of my ashes too
    But I can't help but wonder if after I'm gone will I still have these three hundred mile per hour, finger breaking, no answers makin', battered dirty hands, bee stung and busted up, empty cup torrential outpour blues
    One thing's for sure: in that graveyard
    I'm gonna have the shiniest pair of shoes

  • [00:00.000] 作词 : White Nawat
    [00:00.00] ☆ HomToㄨYeah
    [00:24.45]I'm bringing back ghosts
    [00:27.98]that are no longer there
    [00:34.48]I'm gettin' hard on myself
    [00:38.93]sittin' in my easy chair
    [00:45.37]Well, there's three people in the mirror
    [00:47.95]and I'm wonderin' which one of them I should choose
    [00:56.44]Well, I can't keep from laughin'
    [00:59.33]spittin' out these 300 mile per hour outpour blues
    [01:04.80]
    [01:14.35]I'm breakin' my teeth off
    [01:18.94]tryin' to bite my lip
    [01:25.22]There's all kinds of red-headed women
    [01:29.53]that I ain't supposed to kiss
    [01:36.07]And it's that color that never fails
    [01:40.58]to turn me blue
    [01:47.06]So I just swallow it and hold on to it
    [01:49.68]and use it to scare the hell out of you
    [01:55.19]
    [02:21.49]I have a woman
    [02:24.84]'says come and watch me bleed
    [02:31.92]And I'm wonderin' just how I can do that
    [02:35.73]and still give her everything that she needs
    [02:43.10]Well, there's three people in my head that have the answer
    [02:46.47]and one of them's got to be you
    [02:53.97]But you're holding tight to it -- the answer
    [02:56.57]singin' these three hundred mile per hour outpour blues
    [03:00.75]
    [03:27.10]Put on gloves, a tied scarf and wrap up warm
    [03:32.20]on this winter night
    [03:38.19]Everytime you get defensive
    [03:43.00]you're just looking for a fight
    [03:49.50]It's safe to sing somebody out there's got a problem
    [03:52.93]with almost anything you'll do
    [04:00.55]Well, next time they stab you don't fight back just play the victim
    [04:04.72]instead of playin' the fool
    [04:17.50]And the roads are covered with a million
    [04:22.41]little molecules
    [04:28.26]Of cigarette ashes and the school floors are covered
    [04:32.48]with pieces of pencil eraser too
    [04:39.15]Well sooner or later the ground's gonna be holdin' all
    [04:42.44]of my ashes too
    [04:50.02]But I can't help but wonder if after I'm gone will I still have these three hundred mile per hour, finger breaking, no answers makin', battered dirty hands, bee stung and busted up, empty cup torrential outpour blues
    [05:13.67]One thing's for sure: in that graveyard
    [05:17.55]I'm gonna have the shiniest pair of shoes
    [05:21.47]