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All that I have is all that you’ve given me
Did you never worry that I’d come to depend on you
I gave you all my love that I had in me
Now that I’ve found you’ve lied, I can’t believe it’s true

Wrapped in his arms, I see you across the street
I can’t help but wonder if he knows what’s going on
You talk about that love but you don’t know how it feels
When you realize that you’re not the only one

You’d better stop before you tear me all apart
You’d better stop before you go and a break my heart
Oh, whoa, you’d better stop

Time after time, I’ve tried to walk away
But it’s not that easy when your soul is torn in two
So I resign myself to it every day
Now all I can do is leave it up to you

You’d better stop before you tear me all apart
You’d better stop before you go and a break my heart
Oh, whoa, you’d better stop

You better stop if you love me
Oh, it’s time to be sorry
No it won’t last forever
I can’t believe you walked out on me

You’d better stop before you tear me all apart
You’d better stop before you break my lonely heart
Whoa, whoa, you better, whoa, whoa
Whoa, oh, you better stop
Better stop

I got a star on my car and one on my chest,
A gun on my hip and the right to arrest
I’m the guy who’s the boss on this highway
So watch out what you’re doin’ when you’re drivin’ my way
If you break the law, you’ll hear from me, I know
I’m a-workin’ for the state, I’m The Highway Patrol

Well, you’ll know me when you see me, ’cause my door’s painted white,
My siren a-screamin’ and my flashin’ red lights
I work all day and I work all night
Just a-keepin’ law and order, tryin’ to do what’s right
If I write you out a ticket, then you’d better drive slow
I’m just a-doin’ my job, I’m The Highway Patrol

I’m the highway patrol, the highway patrol,
My hours are long, and my pay is low
But I’ll do my best to keep you driving slow
I’m just a-doin’ my job, I’m The Highway Patrol

If your drivin’ to fast like you shouldn’t do,
You can bet your boots, I’m comin’ after you
If you wanna race then get on a race track,
‘Cause if you try and run away I’m gonna bring ya back
I’m here to keep all the speeders driving slow
I’m just a-doin’ my job, I’m The Highway Patrol

I’m the highway patrol, the highway patrol,
My hours are long, and my pay is low
But I’ll do my best to keep you driving slow
I’m just a-doin’ my job, I’m The Highway Patrol

I’m just a-doin’ my job
I’m The Highway Patrol

아주 오래부터 얼마나 온 걸까
너에게 닿을 수 있을까
삐뚤빼뚤 못생긴 이 길을 따라
먼지 쌓인 일기 속에 많은 기억들
너를 향해 이어져갈 작은 기적들

In a different life
바람결에 들리는
In a different life
너의 목소리
In a different life

얼마나 더 멀리 헤매야만 할까
너도 내게 오고 있을까
째깍째깍 떠드는 시곌 따라

더디게만 흘러가는 나의 하루가
너를 향해 번져가는 아름다운 날

In a different life
너와 나의 세상이
In a different life
만나는 그날
In a different life

나를 부르는 노래
먼 곳에 있어도 느낄 수 있어
With you

In a different life
너와 나의 세상이
In a different life
만나는 그날
In a different life

In a different life
바람결에 들리는
In a different life
너의 목소리
In a different life

아프다고 징징대서
약도 사다 줬는데
나 없다고 몰래 나가
장난하냐
You are my silly boy
친구에게 딱 걸렸어 stupid
변명 따윈 필요 없어 stop it
네 맘대로 하고 살아
Shut up shut up shut up

넌 이제 삼진 out out out
영영 bye bye bye
후회되니 너 있을 때 잘해
너 말고 다른 남자 만나러 간다
Happy 네가 없어도
행복할 거야 오히려 이게 더 잘된 일이야

너는 맨날 이런 식 식은 죽 먹기라는 식
나만 놓으면 되는
우리 사이 관계 더는 쉿
너 같은 여잘 만나 끼리끼리 잘 만나
아마 그때 느끼지 나만 한 여잔 없지

구차하게 매달려서 한번 참아줬는데
입만 열면 다 거짓말
(장난하냐)
You are my nasty boy

믿은 내가 바보였어 stupid
용서 따위 더는 없어 stop it
네 맘대로 하고 살아
Shut up shut up shut up

넌 이제 삼진 out out out
영영 bye bye bye
후회되니 너 있을 때 잘해
너 말고 다른 남자 만나러 간다
Happy 네가 없어도
행복할 거야 오히려 이게 더 잘된 일이야

좋았던 기억 따윈 없어
(좋은 추억 따윈 없어)
두 번 다시 보기 싫어 후회는 없어
(이대로) 다신 찾지 마
(Anymore) 흔들리게 하지 마
내 맘속에서 이제 나가줄래

넌 이제 삼진 out out out
영영 bye bye bye
후회되니 너 있을 때 잘해
너 말고 다른 남자 만나러 간다
Happy 네가 없어도
행복할 거야 오히려 이게 더 잘된 일이야

다시 한번 생각해도 너는 답 없지
요리조리 둘러대도 더는 짤없지
한 번 두 번 세 번까진 참아 나 역시
Hey what are you talking about me

They give us a room
with a view of the beautiful Rhine
They give us a room
with a view of the beautiful Rhine
Gimme a muddy old creek
in Texas any old time
I’ve got those hup, two, three, four
occupation G.I. Blues
From my G.I. hair to the heels of my G.I. shoes
And if I don’t go stateside soon
I’m gonna blow my fuse
We get hasenpfeffer
and black pumpernickel for chow
We get hasenpfeffer
and black pumpernickel for chow
I’d blow my next month’s pay
for a slice of Texas cow
We’d like to be heroes,
but all we do here is march
We’d like to be heroes,
but all we do here is march
And they don’t give the Purple Heart
for a fallen arch
I’ve got those hup, two, three, four
occupation G.I. Blues
From my G.I. hair to the heels of my G.I. shoes
And if I don’t go stateside soon
I’m gonna blow my fuse
The frauleins are pretty as flowers
But we can’t make a pass
The frauleins are pretty as flowers
But we can’t make a pass
Cause they’re all wearin’ signs saying:
"Keepen sie off the grass"
I’ve got those hup, two, three, four
occupation G.I. Blues
From my G.I. hair to the heels of my G.I. shoes
And if I don’t go stateside soon
I’m gonna blow my fuse