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  • 作词 : 重塑雕像的权利
    作曲 : 重塑雕像的权利
    编曲 : 重塑雕像的权利
    A solitary sound for solitary party
    They gonna beat my tones, they gonna beat my skin like somebody else
    A place to talk, you’ve made for wasting
    I kinda like to find a way to rent a body and waste it by myself
    We’re walking like your honey
    Beating drums and bones
    For my blended cotton tree
    Now I start wasting tomorrow
    To celebrate my sorrow
    till the flames frays out
    He covered his gun
    All the vagrants are hailing
    They running up the flag
    The turning up my blinking amps
    Just heal the poor
    And strange punk kids
    Pretending to be cool
    They never be surprised of being the wildest one
    We’re walking like your honey
    Beating drums and bones
    For my blended cotton tree
    Now I start wasting tomorrow
    To celebrate my sorrow
    till the flames frays out
    We walked backwards say nothing run for visions at all
    The crowd was silenced watch from the distance play for nothing at all
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : 重塑雕像的权利
    [00:01.000] 作曲 : 重塑雕像的权利
    [00:02.000] 编曲 : 重塑雕像的权利
    [02:07.29]A solitary sound for solitary party
    [02:15.23]They gonna beat my tones, they gonna beat my skin like somebody else
    [02:22.60]A place to talk, you’ve made for wasting
    [02:29.31]I kinda like to find a way to rent a body and waste it by myself
    [02:38.85]We’re walking like your honey
    [02:44.54]Beating drums and bones
    [02:47.34]For my blended cotton tree
    [02:52.17]Now I start wasting tomorrow
    [02:57.99]To celebrate my sorrow
    [03:01.47]till the flames frays out
    [03:33.89]He covered his gun
    [03:37.28]All the vagrants are hailing
    [03:41.04]They running up the flag
    [03:44.60]The turning up my blinking amps
    [03:48.51]Just heal the poor
    [03:51.75]And strange punk kids
    [03:55.52]Pretending to be cool
    [03:58.70]They never be surprised of being the wildest one
    [04:32.50]We’re walking like your honey
    [04:38.20]Beating drums and bones
    [04:41.88]For my blended cotton tree
    [04:46.72]Now I start wasting tomorrow
    [04:52.49]To celebrate my sorrow
    [04:56.01]till the flames frays out
    [06:12.97]We walked backwards say nothing run for visions at all
    [06:19.76]The crowd was silenced watch from the distance play for nothing at all