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Left My Romance in London
Sof'boy Han
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Feels like I left my heart
At your place where I called home
Messed up laundry, mixed our clothes
It felt unreal, Truman the show
Now that it's over, curtain calls
But I'm still so immersed in my role
But it's really over, off she goes
There's no encore the light's gone off
Walking down the street of Portobello with you
Looking through the past and the new
The weather doesn't feel like London, nothing at all
The sun is cinematic on you
It feels so wrong
I'm so dumbed
How does this coffee taste sweeter than honey?
I'll miss your arm
Locked on mine
We ain't in a rush but I've got plane to get on
You got me open and romantic
You made this city mean something to me
I barely started appreciating
N1C forever waiting
์ฌ์ฅ์ด ru pu pum pum
์ค๋๋ฉด์ ์ํ๊ฑฐ๋ ๊ณง ๋ ๋๋ค๋ ๊ฑธ ์์์์ผ๊น
Don't worry 'bout that last line, it doesn't mean a thing
Let's keep on shooting on our movie
Feels like I left my heart
At your place where I called home
Messed up laundry, mixed our clothes
It felt unreal, Truman the show
Now that it's over, curtain calls
But I'm still so immersed in my role
But it's really over, off she goes
There's no encore the light's gone off
Time's gone by so easily
And something 'bout reality just hit me and you were gone in a flash
(flash)
Dead my old my romanticist self
Faded from our photo I wasn't who you fell in love with
"You lost your passion for your art
Stressed bout employment and your taxes
I've been doing that from afar
Hoping this city would have stayed the same"
You had me open and romantic
You made this city mean something to me
I barely started appreciating
N1C forever gone by
์ฌ์ฅ์ด rupupupum
์ค๋๋ฉด์ ์ํ๊ฑฐ๋ ํน์ ์ถ์ต์ ๋ํ ๋ฏธ๋ จ์ผ๊น
Don't worry bout that last line, it doesn't mean a thing
Should we finish our movie?
Feels like I left my heart
At your place where I called home
Messed up laundry, mixed our clothes
It felt unreal, Truman the show
Now that it's over, curtain calls
But I'm still so immersed in my role
But it's really over, off she goes
There's no encore the light's gone off
We lost all our romance
We forgot to reminisce
The taste of that coffee
Was actually bitter
I bought that 5 pound
Bottle of wine to go back
We called it romance
Now I call it past
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