John Mark McMillan Philadelphia
John Mark McMillan-PhiladelphiaLRC歌词
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- [ti:Philadelphia]
[ar:John Mark McMillan]
[al:The Medicine]
[by:linn.pro]
[00:02.00]John Mark McMillan - Philadelphia
[00:07.00]LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang
[00:12.00]@ www.linn.pro @
[04:09.54][03:33.26][02:16.50][02:00.98][01:15.53][00:59.90][00:17.00]
[00:31.07]You step through me
[00:32.50]And the screen door hits the wood
[00:36.42]And your packing all your things
[00:39.45]You say your moving out to there to Hollywood
[00:44.03]And I can't do a thing
[00:45.85]You say there's nothing for you
[00:47.93]In this cardboard town
[00:49.57]And every bridge you cross
[00:51.49]Your gonna burn it to the ground
[00:54.10]You wont listen to a word that I'm telling ya
[02:02.41][01:00.98]So who's running through the halls
[02:04.57][01:03.14]In the houses of pain
[02:06.37][01:04.83]That are staring back at me
[02:08.33][01:06.93]Like the ocean from a plane
[02:10.24][01:08.77]I swear I've seen your eyes
[02:12.30][01:10.74]in the ghost of Philadelphia
[01:32.23]I think about you late at night sometimes
[01:35.16]When I can't sleep
[01:37.73]Cause I can hear the train
[01:40.26]It's always there
[01:41.41]You just don't know it
[01:42.48]Till a quarter to three
[01:44.74]You just can't hear it in the day
[01:47.18]When every body's got your number
[01:49.20]In a plexy glass town
[01:51.00]Where the birds ain't got wings
[01:53.11]But no one makes a sound
[01:55.04]Cause they all know how to fly
[01:56.95]Just I wouldn't buy what they're selling ya
[03:05.14]I run into your old man every once and again
[03:10.14]Mostly in the spring
[03:12.96]Reminds me of our younger and more genuine days when
[03:17.53]You weren't so out of reach
[03:19.66]Still for all your running
[03:21.35]You just can't change a mile
[03:23.33]Of the things you carry around
[03:25.15]In the closet of your mind
[03:28.19]And the days keep coming man
[03:30.64]They never fail ya
[03:58.89][03:51.39][03:43.71][03:35.64]Your never gonna run away
[03:55.18][03:47.65][03:39.63]From what your hanging round your head
[04:04.76]From what you said
John Mark McMillan-Philadelphia歌词
- 歌词名称：Philadelphia
- 演唱歌手：John Mark McMillan
- 歌词专辑：The Medicine
- John Mark McMillan - Philadelphia
LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang
@ www.linn.pro @
You step through me
And the screen door hits the wood
And your packing all your things
You say your moving out to there to Hollywood
And I can't do a thing
You say there's nothing for you
In this cardboard town
And every bridge you cross
Your gonna burn it to the ground
You wont listen to a word that I'm telling ya
I swear I've seen your eyes
So who's running through the halls
In the houses of pain
That are staring back at me
Like the ocean from a plane
in the ghost of Philadelphia
I think about you late at night sometimes
When I can't sleep
Cause I can hear the train
It's always there
You just don't know it
Till a quarter to three
You just can't hear it in the day
When every body's got your number
In a plexy glass town
Where the birds ain't got wings
But no one makes a sound
Cause they all know how to fly
Just I wouldn't buy what they're selling ya
Like the ocean from a plane
So who's running through the halls
In the houses of pain
That are staring back at me
I swear I've seen your eyes
in the ghost of Philadelphia
I run into your old man every once and again
Mostly in the spring
Reminds me of our younger and more genuine days when
You weren't so out of reach
Still for all your running
You just can't change a mile
Of the things you carry around
In the closet of your mind
And the days keep coming man
They never fail ya
Your never gonna run away
From what your hanging round your head
Your never gonna run away
From what your hanging round your head
Your never gonna run away
From what your hanging round your head
Your never gonna run away
From what you said
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