Cyanide - Creeper.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作曲 : Will Gould/Xandy Barry
[00:26.76]Kissing in the acid rain
[00:29.08]Heaven on our tongue again
[00:31.80]The cutest couple in the halls of Hell, well
[00:35.18]She was smoking with her friends
[00:38.39]Exhale nicotine and breathe me in
[00:43.00]Black denim under pale moonlight
[00:45.72]Her skin is milk, so pale and white
[00:48.43]Underneath the teenage spell, well
[00:51.20]She's Christina Applegate
[00:54.86]Hopelessly beautiful in 1989
[01:00.99]She's my cyanide
[01:03.63]I drink her every night
[01:06.18]And modern love can feel like suicide
[01:11.59]She's my cyanide
[01:14.55]I drink her every night
[01:17.11]And modern love can feel like suicide
[01:22.19]Holy water for the lady, please
[01:24.48]Love is best upon our needs
[01:27.35]With grass stains upon our jeans, now
[01:31.55]The devil dreams of me and you
[01:33.85]Of all the nasty things we do, oh baby
[01:38.68]Black lipstick on her coffee cup
[01:41.17]Love is in the arms of lust
[01:44.20]She's cold but still I burn, ah
[01:47.21]In a gin and tonic trance
[01:50.75]We know sobriety won't teach the kids to dance
[01:56.57]She's my cyanide
[01:59.11]I drink her every night
[02:01.40]And modern love can feel like suicide
[02:07.48]She's my cyanide
[02:10.15]I drink her every night
[02:12.72]And modern love can feel like suicide
[02:17.92]So we drive until the road (Runs out)
[02:22.25]Or at least until our tears
[02:26.02]We count our sins beneath the sun
[02:29.74]We know no one forgives the future tears of Heaven
[02:59.13]And modern love can feel like suicide
[03:03.41]She's my cyanide
[03:06.19]I drink her every night
[03:08.72]And modern love can feel like suicide
[03:14.61]She's my cyanide
[03:17.30]I drink her every night
[03:20.18]And modern love can feel like suicide
文本歌词
作曲 : Will Gould/Xandy Barry
Kissing in the acid rain
Heaven on our tongue again
The cutest couple in the halls of Hell, well
She was smoking with her friends
Exhale nicotine and breathe me in
Black denim under pale moonlight
Her skin is milk, so pale and white
Underneath the teenage spell, well
She's Christina Applegate
Hopelessly beautiful in 1989
She's my cyanide
I drink her every night
And modern love can feel like suicide
She's my cyanide
I drink her every night
And modern love can feel like suicide
Holy water for the lady, please
Love is best upon our needs
With grass stains upon our jeans, now
The devil dreams of me and you
Of all the nasty things we do, oh baby
Black lipstick on her coffee cup
Love is in the arms of lust
She's cold but still I burn, ah
In a gin and tonic trance
We know sobriety won't teach the kids to dance
She's my cyanide
I drink her every night
And modern love can feel like suicide
She's my cyanide
I drink her every night
And modern love can feel like suicide
So we drive until the road (Runs out)
Or at least until our tears
We count our sins beneath the sun
We know no one forgives the future tears of Heaven
And modern love can feel like suicide
She's my cyanide
I drink her every night
And modern love can feel like suicide
She's my cyanide
I drink her every night
And modern love can feel like suicide