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[00:00.000] 作词 : Christopher Joseph Gallant III/Juan Ariza/Jensen McRae
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Christopher Joseph Gallant III/Juan Ariza/Jensen McRae
[00:08.691] Bad night
[00:11.750] Fresh blood tracking on the train home
[00:20.860] Red eye
[00:23.900] Ghosts I probably should've dropped off
[00:31.420] Shaking like a soldier, head bowed at your door
[00:37.520] Stop me if I'm rambling, if you've heard this one before
[00:43.650] Body full of cotton, lips all chapped and blue
[00:49.720] Tell me that you miss me like I don't miss me too
[00:58.130] I don't think I'm, I don't think I'm bulletproof
[01:10.270] I don't think I'm, I don't think I'm bulletproof
[01:21.470] Stiff drink
[01:24.630] Walk me closer to the edge now
[01:33.440] Take the line in my hand, play double-dutch
[01:36.630] Oh, lover, I'm afraid that I ****ed it up, mmm
[01:39.830] Where can I find the force you fell in love with?
[01:46.750] I don't think I'm, I don't think I'm bulletproof
[01:58.860] I don't think I'm, I don't think I'm bulletproof
[02:08.590] Another convalescent, too skinny for his clothes
[02:14.580] But you promised no fighting, so I won't if you won't
[02:20.730] And anyway, I'm tired of how my hands look in fists
[02:26.780] Of shadow-boxing failure if failure always wins
文本歌词
作词 : Christopher Joseph Gallant III/Juan Ariza/Jensen McRae
作曲 : Christopher Joseph Gallant III/Juan Ariza/Jensen McRae
Bad night
Fresh blood tracking on the train home
Red eye
Ghosts I probably should've dropped off
Shaking like a soldier, head bowed at your door
Stop me if I'm rambling, if you've heard this one before
Body full of cotton, lips all chapped and blue
Tell me that you miss me like I don't miss me too
I don't think I'm, I don't think I'm bulletproof
I don't think I'm, I don't think I'm bulletproof
Stiff drink
Walk me closer to the edge now
Take the line in my hand, play double-dutch
Oh, lover, I'm afraid that I ****ed it up, mmm
Where can I find the force you fell in love with?
I don't think I'm, I don't think I'm bulletproof
I don't think I'm, I don't think I'm bulletproof
Another convalescent, too skinny for his clothes
But you promised no fighting, so I won't if you won't
And anyway, I'm tired of how my hands look in fists
Of shadow-boxing failure if failure always wins