Michigama (uɐᴉɔᴉƃɐɯ ǝɥʇ) - In Hearts Wake/For the Fallen Dreams.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作词 : Jake Taylor
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Jake Taylor/Ben Nairne/Eaven Dall
[00:12.51]Suppose I chose to live in woes,
[00:13.38]From the cold that breaks my bones.
[00:14.70]The blizzard wizard from the Mid-West.
[00:19.74]My throat is frozen take a deep breath.
[00:21.81]Pure Michigan is what I represent
[00:24.42]I Got to hijack the track to just stay relevant.
[00:26.85]But I got something to keep your mind at ease
[00:29.34]You’re watching every little fibre of me freeze.
[00:30.51]Cause the airs so pure but you can’t drink the water.
[00:35.64]A walking contradiction for our sons and our daughters
[00:37.26]We don’t want out.
[00:37.83]Can you hear us now?
[00:42.33]Storms and ice turn the northern light.
[00:47.67]Everything around into death and misery.
[00:49.71]Storms and ice got me like a knife.
[00:55.89]A culling. Bloodletting with no end in sight.
[01:03.48]Sink your teeth into the veins into the veins of America.
[01:19.20]Cut the blood with the oil make a murderer.
[01:27.66]From the hand that feeds.
[01:33.60]For the land that bleeds.
[01:35.94]In sub-zero cold spit blood ice and snow
[01:37.47]You got to kill to survive the night or you’ll die mother****er die.
[01:56.25]From Byron Bay to Bay City.
[01:58.17]It all comes back to me, the Beet Factory.
[02:00.27]Madonna and Don are going to rock on, with Fonz and Ruhlig and the Gunn.
[02:04.20]Will make you want to Michigama.
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作词 : Jake Taylor
作曲 : Jake Taylor/Ben Nairne/Eaven Dall
Suppose I chose to live in woes,
From the cold that breaks my bones.
The blizzard wizard from the Mid-West.
My throat is frozen take a deep breath.
Pure Michigan is what I represent
I Got to hijack the track to just stay relevant.
But I got something to keep your mind at ease
You’re watching every little fibre of me freeze.
Cause the airs so pure but you can’t drink the water.
A walking contradiction for our sons and our daughters
We don’t want out.
Can you hear us now?
Storms and ice turn the northern light.
Everything around into death and misery.
Storms and ice got me like a knife.
A culling. Bloodletting with no end in sight.
Sink your teeth into the veins into the veins of America.
Cut the blood with the oil make a murderer.
From the hand that feeds.
For the land that bleeds.
In sub-zero cold spit blood ice and snow
You got to kill to survive the night or you’ll die mother****er die.
From Byron Bay to Bay City.
It all comes back to me, the Beet Factory.
Madonna and Don are going to rock on, with Fonz and Ruhlig and the Gunn.
Will make you want to Michigama.