27.7 Blocks
作词：Jarrod Gorbel
It was only 7 blocks walking to the subway
You can't miss the trucks out near the elevator
So you get a chance to breathe
But in the dead of winter, you just have to freeze
But I never go out once I get home
Just seems pointless to venture out alone
If I can just lure you in here with me
Just say my name, baby, it's up and coming
I'm not being cheap
I'm just being poor
So call yourself a car
And cross the boulevard
Why don't you start thinking about
Coming home with me, coming home with
Why don't you start thinking about
Coming home with, coming home with
Coming home with me
But the radiator's cold, the window's leaking winter
And we're sleeping in our clothes
Creaking wooden floor, trip to the bathroom
Louder than the sex before
The bed slowly travels down on me
Incline of my room
The bed slowly travels down on me
Incline of the room
Why don't you start thinking about
Coming home with me, you coming home with
Why don't you start thinking about
Coming home with, coming home with
Coming home with me
Portions of the evening
I'm missing, it's no mystery
I found receipts in a
The pieces that trace back
To our faithful, yeah, our meeting
It's not easy finding someone else
When you're still, you're still bleeding
You're still bleeding
I found someone else, I found someone else
She's coming home with
She's coming home with
She's coming home with me
You told me the only reason you left
This is not my fault
You told me the only reason you left
This is not my fault
This is not my fault for never moving down
To New Orleans with you
This is not my fault for never moving down
To New Orleans with you, with you
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