歌曲 Hang By Hang By 歌手 Razorlight

歌词:I just got off the plane about ten minutes ago And I'm nine drinks down, I've got nowhere to go But I ride a single star That generates no heat in your hand And I'm a boxer bucking on the back of the beat I'm a jet plane rising, turning on the heat And I'll swagger and sway But I'll find my feet hang around me Hang by, hang by Hang by, hang by Hang by, hang by Hang by, hang by me Iron Man's sick of being Tony Stark And the Silversurfer's lost his silver heart But you can see my secret identity Just slipping off the page into your hands And receivers ring and telephones buzz And the lines get tangled and they'll quicken your blood But the taste of your skin is always enough So hang around me Hang by, hang by Hang by, hang by Hang by, hang by Hang by, hang by me From Weavers Field to Central Park Oh ours is the time that turns life into dark And the evening strips away And I forget to say what I meant to say I forget to say what I meant to say But I'm always arriving ten minutes too late An there's too much on my mind, too much on your plate And you know, and you know... You should really stick around Hang by, hang by Hang by, hang by Hang by, hang by Hang by, hang by ... Hang by, hang by me

 

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Hang By Hang By

露娜P 2007-05-17 15:00:35 第一次推荐  编辑

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歌词:

I just got off the plane about ten minutes ago
And I'm nine drinks down, I've got nowhere to go
But I ride a single star
That generates no heat in your hand
And I'm a boxer bucking on the back of the beat
I'm a jet plane rising, turning on the heat
And I'll swagger and sway
But I'll find my feet hang around me


Hang by, hang by
Hang by, hang by
Hang by, hang by
Hang by, hang by me


Iron Man's sick of being Tony Stark
And the Silversurfer's lost his silver heart
But you can see my secret identity
Just slipping off the page into your hands


And receivers ring and telephones buzz
And the lines get tangled and they'll quicken your blood
But the taste of your skin is always enough
So hang around me


Hang by, hang by
Hang by, hang by
Hang by, hang by
Hang by, hang by me


From Weavers Field to Central Park
Oh ours is the time that turns life into dark
And the evening strips away
And I forget to say what I meant to say
I forget to say what I meant to say


But I'm always arriving ten minutes too late
An there's too much on my mind, too much on your plate
And you know, and you know...
You should really stick around


Hang by, hang by
Hang by, hang by
Hang by, hang by
Hang by, hang by
...
Hang by, hang by me
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