Punchline - War On A Feeling
LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang
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Refused to find the stars aligned
In skies ripe for misleading;
Reserve them my contempt.
And worlds behind their obscured lights,
Confidence depleted
In hopes that you wont find us retreating.
The more I stalled, suburban sprawl kept creeping ever closer,
Forewarned though I had been.
A familys ware, so unprepared to cope with their confinement.
It reminded me of the times
When I sit down and cry,
And hope you find someone who wont hurt you
As much as I know I do.
“Twenty-five years down the line,”
Means a hundred changing seasons:
Do you fear what might well pass?
It subsides, like how the better part of me dies.
Im missing what the days have been stealing,
Staring up at the ceiling, waging war on a feeling.
Half-asleep machinery, the citys always driving;
Shouldnt you be too?
Motown, dont it hurt to know
Your best days are behind you?
But that midnight oil still burns.
It subsides, like how the better part of me dies
Im missing what the days have been stealing,
Staring up at the ceiling, waging war on a feeling.
Share an evening treat on a roadside near:
I go to watch things disappear.
And we find time to wonder why things wont feel right.
(Without escape the hostage waits)
With drawn out wars on several fronts,
You might find one worth winning.
Do you fear what might well pass?
It subsides, like how the better part of me dies.
Im missing what the days have been stealing,
Staring up at the ceiling, waging war on a feeling.
Waging war on a feeling.
Waging war on a feeling.
Waging war on a feeling.
编辑于2008/05/23更新

Twenty Five To Midnight歌词

Sting[斯汀]

简介： 原名Gordon Sumner，1951年10月2日出生于英格兰的沃尔森德。Sting的独唱生涯始于1982 年，当时他是Police乐队的主唱和贝斯手。当年他还主演了电影《Brimstone And

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[00:01.00]Punchline - War On A Feeling
[00:02.00]LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang
[00:03.00]@ @
[02:55.41][02:26.35][01:57.98][01:37.73][01:20.48][01:00.73][00:44.32][00:25.69][00:13.34][00:04.00]
[00:05.40]Refused to find the stars aligned
[00:08.14]In skies ripe for misleading;
[00:10.70]Reserve them my contempt.
[00:14.33]And worlds behind their obscured lights,
[00:17.10]Confidence depleted
[00:19.57]In hopes that you wont find us retreating.
[00:27.17]The more I stalled, suburban sprawl kept creeping ever closer,
[00:31.95]Forewarned though I had been.
[00:35.98]A familys ware, so unprepared to cope with their confinement.
[00:41.06]It reminded me of the times
[00:45.02]When I sit down and cry,
[00:47.19]And hope you find someone who wont hurt you
[00:50.06]As much as I know I do.
[00:54.20]“Twenty-five years down the line,”
[00:56.58]Means a hundred changing seasons:
[02:24.58][00:58.92]Do you fear what might well pass?
[02:27.09][01:01.46]It subsides, like how the better part of me dies.
[02:31.02][01:42.40][01:05.26]Im missing what the days have been stealing,
[02:33.49][01:44.95][01:08.00]Staring up at the ceiling, waging war on a feeling.
[01:21.93]Half-asleep machinery, the citys always driving;
[01:27.19]Shouldnt you be too?
[01:30.97]Motown, dont it hurt to know
[01:33.41]Your best days are behind you?
[01:36.05]But that midnight oil still burns.
[01:38.47]It subsides, like how the better part of me dies
[01:59.58]Share an evening treat on a roadside near:
[02:04.64]I go to watch things disappear.
[02:07.82]And we find time to wonder why things wont feel right.
[02:16.09](Without escape the hostage waits)
[02:19.70]With drawn out wars on several fronts,
[02:22.03]You might find one worth winning.
[02:52.24][02:48.59][02:43.32]Waging war on a feeling.

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