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作曲 : Florence Welch/Paul Epworth |
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作词 : Florence Welch/Paul Epworth |
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If you could only see the beast you've made of me |
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I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free |
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Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart |
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Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart |
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My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in |
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You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl |
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My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in |
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You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to... |
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Howl, howl |
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Howl, howl |
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Now there's no holding back, I'm making to attack |
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My blood is singing with your voice, I want to pour it out |
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The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound |
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I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallowed ground |
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Like some child, possessed, the beast howls in my veins |
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I want to find you, tear out all your tenderness |
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Howl, howl |
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Howl, howl |
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Be careful of the curse |
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That falls on young lovers |
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Starts so soft and sweet |
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And turns them to hunters |
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(Hunters, hunters) |
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(Hunters, hunters) |
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(Hunters, hunters) |
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(Hunters, hunters) |
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The fabric of your flesh, pure as a wedding dress |
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Until I wrap myself inside your arms I cannot rest |
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The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound |
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I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallowed ground and howl |
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Be careful of the curse |
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That falls on young lovers |
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Starts so soft and sweet |
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And turns them to hunters |
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A man who's pure of heart |
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And says his prayers by night |
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May still become a wolf |
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When the autumn moon is bright |
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If you could only see the beast you've made of me |
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I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free |
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The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound |
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I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallowed ground |
