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Mac Ayres - Games(live from my bedroom / lyrics)

NarcolepsyKiity 2021. 8. 16. 23:41
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games (live from my bedroom)

written last night. recorded this morning live from my bedroom in Boston. enjoy. written by mac ayres

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Games

 

it's not in the way you've said you needed me

์ด๊ฑด ๋„ค๊ฐ€ ๋‚  ํ•„์š”ํ•˜๋‹ค๊ณ  ๋งํ•˜๋Š” ๋ฐฉ์‹๊ณผ๋Š” ๋‹ฌ๋ผ

How we wolud lie awake at night?

์šฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ๋ฐค์— ์ƒˆ๊ฒ ์–ด?

I'm just as good as I could ever be

๋‚œ ๋”ํ•  ๋‚˜์œ„ ์—†์ด ์ข‹์•„

I got noboby to tell me  I'm right, I'm right

์•„๋ฌด๋„ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์˜ณ๋‹ค๊ณ  ๋งํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์•„

It's not in the way you've called me crazy

์ด๊ฑด ๋„ค๊ฐ€ ๋‚  ๋ฏธ์ณค๋‹ค๊ณ  ํ–ˆ๋˜ ๋ฐฉ์‹๊ณผ๋Š” ๋‹ฌ๋ผ

Burnned me with lips like a cigarette

๊ทธ๊ฑด ๋‹ด๋ฐฐ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ์ž…์ˆ ์— ํ™”์ƒ์„ ์ž…ํ˜”์–ด

Thouhgt you've deserved, my affection

๋‚œ ๋„ค๊ฐ€ ๊ทธ๋Ÿด ์ž๊ฒฉ์ด ์žˆ๋‹ค๊ณ  ์ƒ๊ฐํ–ˆ์ง€, ๋‚ด ์‚ฌ๋ž‘

But you ripped the damn thing right off of my chest

ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ๋„Œ ๋‚ด ๊ฐ€์Šด์—์„œ ๋นŒ์–ด๋จน์„ ๊ฒƒ์„ ๊ฐ€์ ธ๊ฐ”์–ด

right from out of my chest

 

So say

๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋‹ˆ

That love isn't nothing but games

์‚ฌ๋ž‘์€ ๊ฒŒ์ž„์— ๋ถˆ๊ณผํ•ด

You know that's what comes with the blame

๊ทธ ๋ชจ๋“ ๊ฒƒ์€ ๋น„๋‚œ๊ณผ ํ•จ๊ป˜ํ•˜์ง€

Oh, what a shame

๋ถ€๋„๋Ÿฌ์›Œ

To know that you've gone your way

๋„ค๊ฐ€ ๋„ˆ์˜ ๊ธธ์„ ๊ฐ”๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฑธ ์ด์ œ ์•Œ์•„

 

So hey

๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋‹ˆ ์•ˆ๋…•

Avoided my biggest refrain

๋‚˜์˜ ๊ฐ€์žฅ ํฐ ํ›„๋ ด๊ตฌ๋ฅผ ํ”ผํ–ˆ์–ด

To say your name over again, or to say it at all

๋„ˆ์˜ ์ด๋ฆ„์„ ๋งํ•˜๊ณ  ๋˜๋‹ค์‹œ ๋งํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฒŒ

it feels like you've made me forget

๋„ค๊ฐ€ ๋‚  ์žŠ๊ฒŒ ๋งŒ๋“œ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•„

Forget I'd fall

 

4 in the morning, early breakfast

์ƒˆ๋ฒฝ 4์‹œ, ์ด๋ฅธ ์•„์นจ

Wait for the sun to take its play

ํ•ด๊ฐ€ ๋ฐ์•„์ง€๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๊ธฐ๋‹ค๋ ค

Sleep when birds begin their tripping

์ƒˆ๋“ค์ด ์—ฌํ–‰์„ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ•  ๋•Œ ์ž ์„ ์ž์ง€

Wake up to nothing that I couldn't trace

๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์ซ“์„ ์ˆ˜ ์—†๋Š” ๋ชจ๋“  ๊ฒƒ์„ ๊นจ์›Œ์ค˜

No, I couldn't trace

 

So say

That love isn't nothing but games

All that;s what comes with the blame

Oh, what a shame

To know that you've gone your way, oh

 

So hey

Avoided my biggest refrain

To say your name over again, or to say it at all

it feels like you've made me forget

Foget

 

So say, Yeah

๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋‹ˆ๊นŒ, ๊ทธ๋ž˜

All but games, all that what comes with the balme

๊ฒŒ์ž„์„ ๋บ€ ๋ชจ๋“  ๊ฒƒ์€ ๋น„๋‚œ๊ณผ ํ•จ๊ป˜ ํ•˜์ง€

is nothing at all

์ด๊ฑด ์•„๋ฌด๊ฒƒ๋„ ์•„๋‹ˆ์•ผ

it feesl like you've made me forget

๋„ค๊ฐ€ ๋‚  ์žŠ๊ฒŒ ๋งŒ๋“  ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•„

Forget

How would I fall

 

 

 

Mac Ayres : written last night. recorded this morning live

from my bedroom in Boston. enjoy. written by mac ayres.

 

 

 

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