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Twisted Tongue - Matt Maeson.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : Matthew Mason
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Matthew Mason
[00:11.163] Half of the decade
[00:16.438] Trying to cope
[00:21.119] More that I injure
[00:25.963] The sparser the hope
[00:30.678] So pry up the tile
[00:35.685] And gut out the floor
[00:40.477] Find the foundation's
[00:45.036] Not safe anymore
[00:46.707]
[00:50.393] And after the Lord speaks, baby
[00:54.155] Take me where the crowd don't run
[01:00.074] And I'll find my shadow waiting
[01:03.913] Filthy, with a twisted tongue
[01:08.185] And I'll hide everything in my head
[01:13.101] And forget everyone that I met
[01:17.873] And I'll never be open again
[01:22.616] Oh, how good it must feel to not love anything
[01:31.069]
[01:33.359] Half of the decade (Half the decade)
[01:38.307] Caught in a rope (Caught, caught in a rope)
[01:43.276] Fashion the headache (Fashion the headache)
[01:48.075] I'll be the host (I'll be the host)
[01:50.136]
[01:53.012] And after the Lord speaks, baby
[01:56.710] Take me where the crowd don't run
[02:02.423] And I'll find my shadow waiting
[02:06.301] Filthy, with a twisted tongue
[02:10.797] And I'll hide everything in my head
[02:15.492] And forget everyone that I met
[02:20.183] And I'll never be open again
[02:25.186] Oh, how good it must feel to not love anything
[02:31.900] Oh, how good it must feel to not love anything
[02:37.738] Oh, how good it must feel to not love anything
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作词 : Matthew Mason
作曲 : Matthew Mason
Half of the decade
Trying to cope
More that I injure
The sparser the hope
So pry up the tile
And gut out the floor
Find the foundation's
Not safe anymore
And after the Lord speaks, baby
Take me where the crowd don't run
And I'll find my shadow waiting
Filthy, with a twisted tongue
And I'll hide everything in my head
And forget everyone that I met
And I'll never be open again
Oh, how good it must feel to not love anything
Half of the decade (Half the decade)
Caught in a rope (Caught, caught in a rope)
Fashion the headache (Fashion the headache)
I'll be the host (I'll be the host)
And after the Lord speaks, baby
Take me where the crowd don't run
And I'll find my shadow waiting
Filthy, with a twisted tongue
And I'll hide everything in my head
And forget everyone that I met
And I'll never be open again
Oh, how good it must feel to not love anything
Oh, how good it must feel to not love anything
Oh, how good it must feel to not love anything