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• Artiste: Russ
• Titre: How Long
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Yeah, yeah How long, how long, how long, how long 'Til the pieces of you are gone? How long, how long, how long, how long 'Til you're a stranger again? 'Til you're dating someone famous again? 'Til I don't even think about the places we've been How long, how long, how long, how long 'Til the pieces of you are gone? Yeah, when I was with you, I felt twice as rich (I did) Now without you, this mansion feels like it's as twice as big The emptiness is palpable, the silence feels like suffocation My New Year's resolution was to stop drinkin', now I'm fuckin' faded Everywhere I go, everything I do, I still see you 'Cause we went everywhere together, we did everything together I still see you (Yeah, yeah) Your jewelry and your Polaroid pictures Scattered around my house, your Burberry scent lingers I'm eatin' sushi, and they askin' where you at And I tell them, "I don't know," all I know is that I miss her Drinkin' wine, and I pour enough for two Then I realize I don't you by my side Booked a trip, but it just don't feel the same Without you next to me on the plane, by my side How long, how long, how long, how long 'Til the pieces of you are gone? How long, how long, how long, how long 'Til you're a stranger again? 'Til you're dating someone famous again? 'Til I don't even think about the places we've been How long, how long, how long, how long 'Til the pieces of you are gone? I didn't handle you correctly, didn't talk to you gently You didn't want to cry it all, even inside a Bentley You know never asked me for too much You just said, "Please, respect me" And it's not that I didn't want to, my childhood didn't let me I'm not makin' excuses, no, I can't blame Mom and Dad I'm the reason why lately all of my songs are so sad There ain't a room in my house we ain't fucked in it Every room in my house got some us in it How long, how long, how long, how long 'Til the pieces of you are gone? How long, how long, how long, how long 'Til you're a stranger again? 'Til you're dating someone famous again? 'Til I don't even think about the places we've been How long, how long, how long, how long 'Til the pieces of you are gone?