Chelsea - Phoebe Bridgers.lrc

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[00:07.99]For a chemical imbalance,
[00:12.45]You sure know how to ride a train
[00:17.40]Your revolution is a deathbed,
[00:21.80]And the music is your maid
[00:27.07]When someone comes a knocking with a needle on a tray
[00:37.45]Only your lonesome lies beside you
[00:41.65]For you told me not to stay
[01:00.60]You are somebody's baby
[01:04.13]Some mother held you near
[01:10.40]No it's not important, they're just pretty words, my dear
[01:20.20]There is no distraction that can make me disappear
[01:31.13]No there's nothing that won't remind you
[01:36.20]I will always be right here
[01:53.44]And you spit the blood back, spit the blood back
[01:58.08]Baby, I'm amazed that you're alright
[02:05.38]Oh, so long prison boy, I won't be home with you tonight
[02:23.80]We're both very sick, our muscles all worn down
[02:32.62]It's as if we are one-hundred—no, I won't still be around
[02:42.05]Because I've fallen, yes I've fallen right into the love I found
[02:54.48]Long before I reach one-hundred
[02:59.53]I'll have fallen to the ground
[03:06.85]And you spit the blood back, spit the blood back
[03:11.67]Baby, I'm amazed that you're alright
[03:18.89]Oh, so long prison boy, I won't be home
[03:26.11]I won't be home
[03:28.38]I won't be home with you tonight
[03:53.24]And we could call the service bell
[04:03.02]If we stay at the Chelsea hotel
[04:12.66]And I'll stay out of my own head
[04:20.08]Oh, so long prison boy, I won't be home
[04:27.24]I won't be home
[04:29.63]I won't be home with you tonight
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文本歌词
For a chemical imbalance,
You sure know how to ride a train
Your revolution is a deathbed,
And the music is your maid
When someone comes a knocking with a needle on a tray
Only your lonesome lies beside you
For you told me not to stay
You are somebody's baby
Some mother held you near
No it's not important, they're just pretty words, my dear
There is no distraction that can make me disappear
No there's nothing that won't remind you
I will always be right here
And you spit the blood back, spit the blood back
Baby, I'm amazed that you're alright
Oh, so long prison boy, I won't be home with you tonight
We're both very sick, our muscles all worn down
It's as if we are one-hundred—no, I won't still be around
Because I've fallen, yes I've fallen right into the love I found
Long before I reach one-hundred
I'll have fallen to the ground
And you spit the blood back, spit the blood back
Baby, I'm amazed that you're alright
Oh, so long prison boy, I won't be home
I won't be home
I won't be home with you tonight
And we could call the service bell
If we stay at the Chelsea hotel
And I'll stay out of my own head
Oh, so long prison boy, I won't be home
I won't be home
I won't be home with you tonight