歌词
Love is a setting sun,
Is a smoking gun
Is a four letter word,
I hope it hurts
Love is a fatal flaw,
Is a broken jaw
Is a burning bridge,
Move your hips
And the ghost of the boulevard
Littered with lonely hearts
The city like a graveyard
Once was a postcard
When you lose your wonder
And you can’t remember
When we were
Living in the days of thunder
Living in the days of thunder
Living in the days of thunder
Living in the days of thunder
Living in the days of …
Love was a dream to have,
was a king size bed
Was an escape plan,
Was an open hand
Now it’s a dog from hell,
It’s a dream you sell
It’s an epitaph,
It’s a photograph
And the ghost of the boulevard
Littered with lonely hearts
The city like a graveyard
Once was a postcard
When you lose your wonder
And you can’t remember
When we were
Living in the days of thunder
Living in the days of thunder
Living in the days of thunder
Living in the days of thunder
Living in the days of …
Living in the days of thunder
Living in the days of thunder
Living in the days of thunder
Living in the days of thunder
Living in the days of …
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