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Hey, are you on your phone? 17 hours is a long time gone Hey, how was the art fair? How's Chicago? Does it feel like home yet? Hey, it was just last night I was looking at your outfit, you were looking at flights And you said, "hey, keep those redheads away No one else is allowed to kiss you, I'll come visit in a day" Did it scare you away When I asked you what we were? I wish I hadn't been so drunk And I know I shouldn't look, but I'm staring at the map You spent 17 hours off of West Grande Ave There's a part of me that really wants to pretend You were sleeping on thе couch of your work friend's friend For the most part, all wе really did was fuck You were looking for some comfort, I was pushing my luck For the most part, no, I wouldn't take it back Except for the 17-hour-long heart attack Was that all it took When I asked you what we were? Letras de cancionesI wish I hadn't been so drunk, oh (And then come and cry inside of my bed You can't get back inside of my head) (Then come and cry inside of my bed You can't get back inside of my head) (Then come and cry inside of my bed You can't get back inside of my head) (Then come and cry inside of my bed You can't get back inside of my head) (Then come and cry inside of my bed You can't get back inside of my head) (Then come and cry inside of my bed You can't get back inside of my head) (Then come and cry inside of my bed You can't get back inside of my head) (Then come and cry inside of my bed You can't get back insi–) From Letras Mania