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Lethal Lover

最後一支煙 我就欲來離開
七逃無了時 幸福是啥滋味

我嘸是無愛你 看抉到甲己
放蕩的過去 漂泊算啥咪
茫茫渺渺啊 未來佇叨位

愛我你會死 青春無值錢
看抉到天光 咱攏是黑暗眠
甲意你的香味 麥問我為啥咪
愛我你會死 青春無值錢
風中的蠟燭 捧佇啥的手
習慣這個氣味 就要笑笑乎伊去
後世人再提起

最後一支煙 咱就要來離開
七逃無了時 幸福是啥滋味

愛我你會死 青春無值錢
看抉到天光 咱攏是黑暗眠
甲意你的香味 麥問我為啥咪
愛我你會死 青春無值錢
風中的蠟燭 捧佇啥的手
習慣這個氣味 就要笑笑乎伊去
後世人再提起

藏底我心內暗款的 彼句話
攏無機會 對你坦白 對你來解釋
我就是 一個無情無義 無血無目屎
亡命的人

我嘛知 社會黑暗兄弟無情 路歹行
七逃人的運命 本來就是底賭命
我恨我甲己 愛你永遠抹快活

愛我你會死 青春無值錢
看抉到天光 咱攏是黑暗眠
甲意你的香味 麥問我為啥咪
愛我你會死 青春無值錢
風中的蠟燭 捧佇啥的手
習慣這個氣味 就要笑笑乎伊去
後世人再提起

Lethal Lover

Last whiff, and I’d be gone
Caught between a rock and a hard place, I wonder what bliss might feel like

I’m not incapable of loving you, look how I’ve hurt myself
Debauched past, vagrant lifestyle, what does it matter
Vaguely and hazily, the future seems so uncertain

You’d die loving me, my youth is worthless
Watching till dawn, we’re both just mired in darkness
I like your scent, don’t ask me why
You’d die loving me, my youth is worthless
Flickering candle in the wind, held in which hand
Accustomed to this scent, I’ll just smile as it fades
When future generations speak of me

Last whiff, and we’d be gone
Caught between a rock and a hard place, I wonder what bliss might feel like

You’d die loving me, my youth is worthless
Watching till dawn, we’re both just mired in darkness
I like your scent, don’t ask me why
You’d die loving me, my youth is worthless
Flickering candle in the wind, held in which hand
Accustomed to this scent, I’ll just smile as it fades
When future generations speak of me

The words I’d secretly kept in my heart
I’ll never get the chance to tell you honestly and explain
I am a man without affection, without loyalty, cold-blooded and tearless
A desperate man

I know, society is dark and brotherhood is heartless, and the path’s tough
Outlaw’s fate is just a gamble with life
I hate that I can never make you happy loving me

You’d die loving me, my youth is worthless
Watching till dawn, we’re both just mired in darkness
I like your scent, don’t ask me why
You’d die loving me, my youth is worthless
Flickering candle in the wind, held in which hand
Accustomed to this scent, I’ll just smile as it fades
When future generations speak of me