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作词 : Brett James/Justin Weaver/Bill Luther
作曲 : Brett James/Justin Weaver/Bill Luther
I don't know why I love women,
That love to do me wrong.
I don't know why my life sounds like
A heart-broke country song.
I ain't really happy,
Until the sky starts driving rain.
Lately, I just get off on the pain.
My whole life I been pickin' fights,
There ain't no way to win.
There's a hundred scars and should've-run-away's,
Now tattooed on my skin.
There's a side of me that just won't stop
Dancin' in the flame.
Lately, I just get off on the pain.
'Cause I love the long-shots,
And the left-out lost causes.
Hangin' out in the back of the pack,
With the dark horses.
I ride the wrong road,
Just as fast as I can.
God knows there's no one else to blame.
Sometimes, I think I get off on the pain.
I wake up every morning,
A thousand miles from home,
Praying for forgiveness
For this aching in my bones.
It would be so easy,
To find a better way.
Oh, but I know I'll never change.
'Cause I love the long-shots,
And the left-out lost causes.
Hangin' out in the back of the pack,
With the dark horses.
I ride the wrong road, just as fast as I can.
God knows there's no one else to blame.
Sometimes, I think I get off on the pain.
'Cause I love the long-shots,
And the left-out lost causes.
Hangin' out in the back of the pack,
With the dark horses.
I ride the wrong road,
Just as fast as I can.
God knows there's no one else to blame.
I know I'm the only one to blame.
Sometimes, I think I get off on the pain.