Tick-tock, heartbeat racing through the static,

four minutes left to burn this panic into gold.

Madonna’s mirror cracks—every saint’s a liar,

ain’t no prayer gonna stop this retro future cold.

Crunch the beat like bubblegum fate,

Timbaland’s clock hammering iron in our veins.

Speak in static, love in kinetic,

sell the sky back before it collapses.

Breakdown—rewind—rewrite the scar,

three seconds left to dare the end.

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在霓虹與圣杯之間，我聽見懺悔的回聲

金色杯中不是酒，是未完成的誓言

Justin的聲線在廢墟上顫抖

像被赦免的罪人，再次親吻霓虹

Jay-Z的節(jié)拍是城市的脈搏

在每一次心跳中，我尋找救贖的裂縫

圣杯不是終點(diǎn)，是起點(diǎn)

在廢墟與榮光之間，我們舉杯

為那些未完成的夢(mèng)，為那些無法言說的痛

在霓虹與圣杯之間，我們繼續(xù)前行

夜色沉入我眼底

你的呼吸像潮汐

把我推向懸崖邊際

我甘愿沉溺

讓每一次心跳都灌滿你

冰冷卻甜蜜

越深越無法逃離

在這無聲的海里

我放棄呼喊

只為在你的世界里

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If I ride this road five hundred more,

still your porch-light burns through every mile I’ve roared.

Dust on my boots, your name in the roar,

I left to find the world—found the world ain’t yours.

Every echo of the engine is a prayer I compose,

counting white lines like rosary beads on the black ribbon road.

When the odometer rolls to zero again,

I won’t need no map—your heartbeat’s my only destination.

Verse:

I step out in the midnight haze, cufflinks moonlit like tiny blades,

Silk lacing the breeze, every fold a secret the skyline keeps.

Jay whispers from the curb—”Black label dreams, kid, tailor-made,”

Needle drops, bass thumps, city grid becomes our private tape.

Chorus:

Suit sharp as a new vow, tie knotted like tomorrow,

We glide through strobes and sirens—classy, never borrowed.

Raise a glass to the stars, let the velvet night comply;

When we roll, world stands still—just watch our suit and tie.

I’m bringin’ sexy back, yeah,

Them other boys don’t know how to act, yeah,

Silk shadows on my skin, bass slappin’ like a heart attack,

Come closer, let me leak that blackout track,

Timbaland’s bangin’ in the cracks of the night,

We slip through wires, tongues ignite,

No rules, just sweat drippin’ fluorescent,

Press play, I’m your villain and your savior tonight—

Take it to the bridge, let it hurt so right.

Justin Timberlake – Five Hundred Miles

If you miss the train I’m on

You will know that I am gone

You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles

A hundred miles a hundred miles

A hundred miles A hundred miles

You can hear the whistle blow A hundred miles

Lord I’m one Lord I’m two Lord

I’m three Lord I’m four Lord

I’m five hundred miles away from home

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Five Hundred Miles – Justin Timberlake/Carey Mulligan/Stark Sands

Lyrics by：Carey Mulligan/Stark Sands/Justin Timberlake

Composed by：Carey Mulligan/Stark Sands/Justin Timberlake

If you missed the train I’m on

若你錯(cuò)過了我搭乘的那班列車

You will know that I am gone

那就是我已獨(dú)自黯然離去

You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles

你聽那綿延百里的汽笛

A hundred miles a hundred miles

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