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标题:Dirty Little Heart
艺人:Lostprophets
专辑:The Betrayed (2010)
作词:Ian Watkins
作曲:Lostprophets
制谱人:Max
节拍: Moderate ♩ = 125
注释:Another night,anotheryearthatsgonegone"Raise your glass"! I'm nothome tonightNothings changed buteverything is different Getting cold in the bus stop lightAll the days, all the nightswe spentMaking plans for another lifeStaring out of a backseat windowMaking cuts with a plastic knifeThis dirty heartStill longs to beatBack in your arms,Back on your streetAnother flight,still I don't belongAn empty glass, still nothome tonightI look for change, butonly find indifferenceI'm growing old in the glareof a spotlightAll those nights, all these hearts I've hauntedAll the memories we sharedI wonder if this willever be differentI wonder ifif they will ever be sparedThis dirty heartStill longs to beatBack in your armsBack on your street
标记:IntroVerseChorusInterludeVerseChorusOutroEnding (Fade out)
歌词:
Another night another year that's gone,
Raise your glass I'm not home tonight,
Nothing's changed but everything is different,
Getting cold in the bus stop light.
All the days all the times we spent,
Making plans for another life,
Staring out of a back seat window,
Making cuts with a plastic knife.
This dirty heart still longs to beat,
Back in your arms,
Back on your street.
These open wounds you gave me,
These broken bones will take me,
Crawling on through the debris of my,
Dirty little heart.
Another flag stone I don't belong,
An empty glass still not home tonight,
I look for change but only find indifference,
I'm growing old in the glare of the spotlight.
All those nights all these hearts I've haunted,
All the memories we've shared,
I wonder if this will ever be different,
I wonder if it will ever be spared.
This dirty heart still longs to beat,
Back in your arms,
Back on your street.
These open wounds you gave me,
These broken bones will take me,
Crawling on through the debris of my,
Dirty little,
These open wounds you gave me,
These broken bones will take me,
Crawling on through the debris of my,
Dirty little heart.
This dirty heart,
Still longs to beat,
Back in your arms,
Back on your street.
These open wounds you gave me,
These broken bones will take me,
Crawling on through the debris of my,
Dirty, dirty,
These open wounds you gave me,
These broken bones will take me,
Crawling on through the debris of my,
Dirty little heart.