Burn After Writing - The Menzingers.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作词 : Tom May/Greg Barnett/Joe Godino/Eric Keen
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Tom May/Greg Barnett/Joe Godino/Eric Keen
[00:09.99]Here's to you, the same chords that
[00:14.19]I stoleFrom a song that
[00:15.24]I once heard
[00:16.11]The Same melody
[00:18.36]I borrowed from the void
[00:20.55]I'd rather observe than structure a narrative
[00:25.14]The characters are thin; the plot does not develop
[00:30.45]It ends where it begins
[00:42.99]It's on the screen, in paperbacks
[00:45.18]In section 8 and cul-de-sacs
[00:47.88]Electro haikus and drunk sonnets
[00:50.40]Are moving me along
[00:51.18]You cut my hair
[00:51.66]You left red ink everywhere
[01:24.57]Do my hands tell a story?
[01:25.59]Is it boring?[2x]
[01:43.74]What I'd give to force your sigh
[01:46.44]What I'd give to see you cry
[01:50.25]What I'd give for your caress
[01:51.63]To see your blue cotton dress
[01:53.37]Balled up on the floor
[01:55.68]Certain memories are the problem
[01:58.26]Certain drunken lines are the shame
[02:01.17]Seven hundred miles and four years
[02:03.75]I can't fight the flame; it burns
[02:10.08]You cut my hair
[02:11.91]You left red ink everywhere
[02:15.99]Do my hands tell a story?
[02:16.80]Is it boring?[2x]
[02:17.16]Was I wishing on satellites?
[02:26.07]Tell me how you've been doing that trick
[02:43.86]I'm just wishing the flame away
[02:45.48]Now I'm wishing the flame away
文本歌词
作词 : Tom May/Greg Barnett/Joe Godino/Eric Keen
作曲 : Tom May/Greg Barnett/Joe Godino/Eric Keen
Here's to you, the same chords that
I stoleFrom a song that
I once heard
The Same melody
I borrowed from the void
I'd rather observe than structure a narrative
The characters are thin; the plot does not develop
It ends where it begins
It's on the screen, in paperbacks
In section 8 and cul-de-sacs
Electro haikus and drunk sonnets
Are moving me along
You cut my hair
You left red ink everywhere
Do my hands tell a story?
Is it boring?
What I'd give to force your sigh
What I'd give to see you cry
What I'd give for your caress
To see your blue cotton dress
Balled up on the floor
Certain memories are the problem
Certain drunken lines are the shame
Seven hundred miles and four years
I can't fight the flame; it burns
You cut my hair
You left red ink everywhere
Do my hands tell a story?
Is it boring?
Was I wishing on satellites?
Tell me how you've been doing that trick
I'm just wishing the flame away
Now I'm wishing the flame away