时间：2009-01-01
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Hell On the Throat - Dashboard Confessional
A line of strands to mark the trail
No one said it would be easy
I must admit I thought the risk
Was better waged in younger seasons
But all these years in the cold
Play hell on the throat
Till everything I say burns like cinders
Why it's hard to belong to a girl or a song
And the crease of a strangling winter
It's strange to be lost stranger still to be lone
In the strings of a twisting line
Along the way the turns are sharp
No one said they would be easy
I must admit I thought the trip
Was better in younger seasons
But all these years in the pursuit
Made a man of a fool
Till every word I say is on waver
Why it's hard to belong to a girl or a song
In the case of a selfish believer
It's strange to be lost and stranger still to be lone
In the strings in a twisting line
Why it's hard to belong to a girl or a song
In the case of a selfish believer
It's strange to be lost and stranger still to be lone
In the strings in a twisting line
And when the path I have made
From the grass to the grave
I will love you still
And when the sand turns to glass
And all that's left is the past
And I will love you still
