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BURN AND TURN 歌詞
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The Higher
- 2009.6.17 リリース
- 作詞
- CENTENO JASON ANTHONY , MCCARTHY DOUG , RAGAN ROBERT GENE II , TROTTER SETH HILTON , WILCOX SIMON , GREEN MIKE
- 作曲
- CENTENO JASON ANTHONY , MCCARTHY DOUG , RAGAN ROBERT GENE II , TROTTER SETH HILTON , WILCOX SIMON , GREEN MIKE
友情
感動
恋愛
元気
結果
- 文字サイズ
- ふりがな
- ダークモード
Sometimes we feel like we have lost our
identities Another stranger keeps looking at
us suspiciously Our bodies stricken with
bruises And our arms are weak from all the
problems keeping solutions out of reach
We crumble nervously In need of surgery
A new identity Desperately seeking change
And now this fantasy Becomes reality
Another gallery of people they think are strange
And we try and we try to deny it To keep
from the burn and turn And we need some
inspiration to keep from going crazy.
Sometimes we feel like were imprisoned with
no release, locked in a taxi on Fremont going
103 Our beds are made at home but we don't
get any sleep. We feel like zombies feeding
our excessive needs
Sometimes they're chemical Mostly they're
sexual But never logical These patterns are
hard to change And all this flattery Distorts
our sanity We act neurotically Old habits are
hard to break.
And we try and we try to deny it, to keep
from the burn and turn.
We need some inspiration to keep from going
crazy. And we're lost in translation without a
place to be And we try and we try to deny it
to keep from the burn and turn
identities Another stranger keeps looking at
us suspiciously Our bodies stricken with
bruises And our arms are weak from all the
problems keeping solutions out of reach
We crumble nervously In need of surgery
A new identity Desperately seeking change
And now this fantasy Becomes reality
Another gallery of people they think are strange
And we try and we try to deny it To keep
from the burn and turn And we need some
inspiration to keep from going crazy.
Sometimes we feel like were imprisoned with
no release, locked in a taxi on Fremont going
103 Our beds are made at home but we don't
get any sleep. We feel like zombies feeding
our excessive needs
Sometimes they're chemical Mostly they're
sexual But never logical These patterns are
hard to change And all this flattery Distorts
our sanity We act neurotically Old habits are
hard to break.
And we try and we try to deny it, to keep
from the burn and turn.
We need some inspiration to keep from going
crazy. And we're lost in translation without a
place to be And we try and we try to deny it
to keep from the burn and turn
