[00:00.00] 作曲 : TV On The Radio
[00:08.00]@ @
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[00:12.58]Soul, cast me out
[00:18.38]so I can feel it in another way
[00:21.42]I won't talk about
[00:25.94]Whoa, passenger's hide
[00:30.84]if I can feed it for another day
[00:34.10]it might run me dry
[00:36.46]
[00:37.88]I know the seasons evolve to a freeze
[00:41.10]putting hearts in the balance here
[00:44.06]it's up to your knees
[00:45.88]and it's shifting degrees
[00:47.46]and it's choking your atmosphere
[00:50.10]
[00:57.36]Soul, wind me out
[01:03.13]so I can feel it in another way
[01:05.55]they won't talk about
[01:10.00]Whoa, massacre sides
[01:15.56]distant figure in a photograph
[01:18.41]another eye
[01:21.39]
[01:22.76]I know your reason is stout
[01:25.13]and your freedoms dissolved in your passion dear
[01:29.08]It's burning your eyes and it's killing your mind
[01:32.20]and it's poking your atmosphere
[01:35.30]but should you find it obscene in that gray
[01:38.75]all dramatic series young hearts say
[01:41.57]Lord, if you've got loss
[01:44.10]come on, shout me out!
[01:47.61]
[02:13.50]I know your reason is stout
[02:16.18]and your freedoms dissolved in your passion dear
[02:20.07]It's burning your eyes and it's killing your mind
[02:23.83]and it's poking your atmosphere
[02:26.35]but should you find it obscene in that gray
[02:29.61]all dramatic series young hearts say
[02:32.93]Lord, if you've got loss
[02:35.24]come on, shout me out!
[02:38.59]

作曲 : TV On The Radio
@ @
Soul, cast me out
so I can feel it in another way
I won't talk about
Whoa, passenger's hide
if I can feed it for another day
it might run me dry
I know the seasons evolve to a freeze
putting hearts in the balance here
it's up to your knees
and it's shifting degrees
and it's choking your atmosphere
Soul, wind me out
so I can feel it in another way
they won't talk about
Whoa, massacre sides
distant figure in a photograph
another eye
I know your reason is stout
and your freedoms dissolved in your passion dear
It's burning your eyes and it's killing your mind
and it's poking your atmosphere
but should you find it obscene in that gray
all dramatic series young hearts say
Lord, if you've got loss
come on, shout me out!
I know your reason is stout
and your freedoms dissolved in your passion dear
It's burning your eyes and it's killing your mind
and it's poking your atmosphere
but should you find it obscene in that gray
all dramatic series young hearts say
Lord, if you've got loss
come on, shout me out!