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Market and Black (feat. Tennis) - Griffith James/Tennis.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作曲 : Alaina Moore/Pat Riley/Griffith James/David Barnes
[00:14.834]Please don’t regret
[00:20.753]Out like a bird that wont fly
[00:31.164]Please be yourself
[00:36.942]Follow the sound that wont echo then die
[00:47.236]Follow the heat that seeks to be warm
[00:57.499]Seek all the winters deep in your thorns
[01:07.543]Mark it in black
[01:13.824]Spray all your images bleeding and cracked
[01:24.263]Wash all these walls
[01:30.043]Carpet and clutter stink up the halls
[01:40.666]Echo your insides hollow and grey
[01:50.862]Carried your voice so far away
[02:11.975]Cloud cover traced over the ceiling
[02:17.809]A little fever in the feeling
[02:23.766]Out on the corner where I met you
[02:29.480]Market and black
[02:38.708]Like a mover remaining unmoved
[02:41.696]A believer living without proof
[02:44.666]Like a prayer that lingers on my lips
[02:47.561]Turns an open palm into a fist
[02:50.437]Daydreaming, but cut it out fast
[02:53.537]Into a cold wind blowing me right back
[02:56.415]Like a curtain shadowing in a room
[02:59.216]Curls along the edges of market and black
[03:10.881]Please be yourself
[03:16.746]Follow the sound
[03:19.056]that wont
[03:19.841]echo
[03:21.390]then
[03:22.164]die
text lyrics
作曲 : Alaina Moore/Pat Riley/Griffith James/David Barnes
Please don’t regret
Out like a bird that wont fly
Please be yourself
Follow the sound that wont echo then die
Follow the heat that seeks to be warm
Seek all the winters deep in your thorns
Mark it in black
Spray all your images bleeding and cracked
Wash all these walls
Carpet and clutter stink up the halls
Echo your insides hollow and grey
Carried your voice so far away
Cloud cover traced over the ceiling
A little fever in the feeling
Out on the corner where I met you
Market and black
Like a mover remaining unmoved
A believer living without proof
Like a prayer that lingers on my lips
Turns an open palm into a fist
Daydreaming, but cut it out fast
Into a cold wind blowing me right back
Like a curtain shadowing in a room
Curls along the edges of market and black
Please be yourself
Follow the sound
that wont
echo
then
die