LRC歌词
[ilingku:0127]
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[by:天琴实验室AI生成v1.0]
[00:10.500]Leaning backwards a memory
[00:12.420]Staying on the periphery
[00:14.460]To all the things that used to be
[00:16.410]I'll say goodbye
[00:20.580]To the smoky rooms where they piss their time
[00:22.740]To the alright boys left with no rhyme
[00:24.990]To all the ploys as dumb as mine
[00:27.060]I'll say goodbye
[00:41.130]Nothing ventured nothing gained
[00:42.960]Put it down to expenses it's all the same
[00:45.180]To all the players of the game
[00:47.190]I'll say goodbye
[00:51.090]To the wait in line and don't complain
[00:53.250]To the fake pretending not to be sane
[00:55.320]To the someone's loss is always my gain
[00:57.870]I'll say goodbye
[01:11.520]To the people cocktail that does not mix
[01:13.590]To the have it all by dirty tricks
[01:15.660]Of national airwaves jammed by pricks
[01:18.480]I'll say goodbye
[01:21.660]To the chilled and labelled haunted face
[01:23.790]To the claustrophobic can't do space
[01:25.950]To every lace curtained place
[01:28.350]I'll say goodbye
[01:42.000]Through the thin and unsupported walls
[01:44.070]To the talking big and acting small
[01:46.170]To the last ordered home time call
[01:52.950]I'll say goodbye
[02:12.570]To the third rate butcher's dance hall mix
[02:14.760]To the gain attention finger clicks
[02:16.770]To the try it on the wind up slicks
[02:33.240]I'll say goodbye
文本歌词
Leaning backwards a memory
Staying on the periphery
To all the things that used to be
I'll say goodbye
To the smoky rooms where they piss their time
To the alright boys left with no rhyme
To all the ploys as dumb as mine
I'll say goodbye
Nothing ventured nothing gained
Put it down to expenses it's all the same
To all the players of the game
I'll say goodbye
To the wait in line and don't complain
To the fake pretending not to be sane
To the someone's loss is always my gain
I'll say goodbye
To the people cocktail that does not mix
To the have it all by dirty tricks
Of national airwaves jammed by pricks
I'll say goodbye
To the chilled and labelled haunted face
To the claustrophobic can't do space
To every lace curtained place
I'll say goodbye
Through the thin and unsupported walls
To the talking big and acting small
To the last ordered home time call
I'll say goodbye
To the third rate butcher's dance hall mix
To the gain attention finger clicks
To the try it on the wind up slicks
I'll say goodbye