Here In My Room

Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại

Ca sĩ: Incubus

This party is old and uninviting. Participants all in black and white. You enter in fullblown technicolor. Nothing is the same after tonight. If the world would fall apart. In a fiction worthy wind. I wouldn't change a.

Drive

Tác giả: Incubus

Ca sĩ: Incubus

1. Sometimes, I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear. And I can't help but ask myself how much I let the fear. Take the wheel and steer. It's driven me before. And it seems to have a vague, haunting mass appeal. But.

Defiance

Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại

Ca sĩ: Incubus

Ooh, ooh, ooh. Ooh, ooh, ooh. Ooh, ooh, ooh. Ooh, ooh, ooh. You almost had me there. It was the batting lashes that gave you away. You're bold beyond repair. And there's an absence today. Of defiance. Our most awakened.

Beware! Criminal

Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại

Ca sĩ: Incubus

You crawl in bed, it's 3am. You smell of wine and cigarettes. A butterfly under the glass. You are beautiful. But you're not going anywhere. We do the same thing every night. I swear I've heard this song before. A swimmer.

Anna Molly

Tác giả: Incubus

Ca sĩ: Incubus

1. A cloud hangs over this city by the sea. I watch the ships pass and wonder if she might be (might be). Out there and sober as well from loneliness. Please do persist girl, it's time we met and made a mess. I.

Agoraphobia

Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại

Ca sĩ: Incubus

Two people touching lips. Hands on each other's hips. Nothing else in the world but one another. The 42nd floor. On a distant shore. I wonder how we strayed so far from this. Remember when we were. Just flesh and bone.

Adolescents

Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại

Ca sĩ: Incubus

I'm feeling out of bounds, out of bounds. I'm running out of time, out of time. I know there's no such thing as either of them. But its doesn't make me feel any better. Out of sight, out of mind. Out of sight, out of.

A Crow Left Of The Murder

Tác giả: Nhạc Ngoại

Ca sĩ: Incubus

Un-learn me. Ditch what I read. Behind what I heard. Look Find Free. Yet? Do you get it yet? Do you get it? From here on it's instinctual. Even straight roads meander. Every piece contains a map of... It all! It.

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