Pretty Slowly – Benson Boone
Nghệ sĩ: Benson Boone
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Oh I remember how you were You were every shade of perfect
And then the colors blurred You’ll never love me like you did,
You’ll never love, You’ll never love me like you did
And I see your ghost from time to time When I’m driving through the Rockies
And I feel this little knife in my heart
And it bleeds me out Don't want to love you Don't want to love you now
Oh how come all the best things fall apart And it started pretty slowly
Oh when you asked about the old me Oh, is he gone? Oh, is he gone?Oh i don’t know
I think I left him somewhere I no longer go And I watch you run away now
From all the lovely things we hate now Where did we go? Where did we go? Oh I don't know
But I know It feels like somewhere far away from home And it’s falling into pieces
No, there's not a way That we can stop this now
One thousand miles an hour We’re driving off the edge
And darling now There's nothing left And it started out so slowly
Oh as I lay here by myself And it’s 4am I wonder
Did I put you through hell? Oh no, I need to know if you’re okay
I want to know, I need to know If you’re okay mmmm,
And, I hope you that you’re So damn sure That Leaving me was right
Best thing you ever did It was leaving me behind Woo ooo ooo
I couldn't blame you if I tried I guess even the best things fall apart
And it started pretty slowly Oh when you asked about the old me
Oh, is he gone? Oh, is he gone? Oh I don’t know
I think I left him somewhere I no longer go And I watch you run away now
From all the lovely things we hate now
Where did we go? Where did we go? Oh I don't know
But I know It feels like somewhere far away from home And it’s falling into pieces
No, there's not a way That we can stop this now
One thousand miles an hour We’re driving off the edge
And darling now There's nothing left
Somewhere deep in you Somewhere deep in me
Oh there’s still two lovers So who the hell are we?
When I look at you, And, When you look at me
Oh there’s still two lovers so who the hell are we?
When I look at you And when you look at me
Oh there's still two lovers So who the hell are we?
When I look at you, And, when you look at me,
Oh there’s still two lovers so who the hell are we?
Who the hell are we?
Oh, who the hell are we?
