| 作曲 : Ballard, Eshun, McKinney ... | |
| Now for all the times you must go | |
| Notice all the things you leave | |
| So what's behind that stare | |
| Am I there with you? | |
| And as you turn to walk away | |
| I can't help it | |
| I can't help to feel those instincts | |
| That want to dance with me | |
| Silhouette is painted on the wall | |
| How many times can | |
| I say that | |
| I, that I miss you? | |
| And everybody wants to know what's wrong | |
| It's just the 700 mile situation | |
| Why don't you tell me what you're scared of | |
| You make me breathe so easy | |
| And I'm a mess with reminders of you | |
| I often wonder where you are sometimes | |
| I close my eyes and picture it for a while | |
| I rise, awake to find myself without you | |
| Silhouette is painted on the wall | |
| How many times can | |
| I say that | |
| I, that I miss you? | |
| And everybody wants to know what's wrong | |
| It's just the 700 mile situation | |
| No one can tell me | |
| I don't know | |
| About the ins and outs of how it goes | |
| Impulse traveler, why can't you stay with me tonight | |
| What's your soul taste like baby? | |
| And all them tell me | |
| I should take it slow | |
| Don't want to find myself too deep in so | |
| I keep stumbling, pulling back while my dreams propelling | |
| Don't hold back, my constitution's crumbling | |
| Silhouette is painted on the wall | |
| And everybody wants to know what's wrong | |
| It's just the 700 mile situation | |
| Silhouette is painted on the wall | |
| How many times can | |
| I say that | |
| I, that I miss you? | |
| And everybody wants to know what's wrong | |
| It's just the 700 mile situation | |
| And everybody wants to know what's wrong | |
| It's just the 700 mile situation |
| zuo qu : Ballard, Eshun, McKinney ... | |
| Now for all the times you must go | |
| Notice all the things you leave | |
| So what' s behind that stare | |
| Am I there with you? | |
| And as you turn to walk away | |
| I can' t help it | |
| I can' t help to feel those instincts | |
| That want to dance with me | |
| Silhouette is painted on the wall | |
| How many times can | |
| I say that | |
| I, that I miss you? | |
| And everybody wants to know what' s wrong | |
| It' s just the 700 mile situation | |
| Why don' t you tell me what you' re scared of | |
| You make me breathe so easy | |
| And I' m a mess with reminders of you | |
| I often wonder where you are sometimes | |
| I close my eyes and picture it for a while | |
| I rise, awake to find myself without you | |
| Silhouette is painted on the wall | |
| How many times can | |
| I say that | |
| I, that I miss you? | |
| And everybody wants to know what' s wrong | |
| It' s just the 700 mile situation | |
| No one can tell me | |
| I don' t know | |
| About the ins and outs of how it goes | |
| Impulse traveler, why can' t you stay with me tonight | |
| What' s your soul taste like baby? | |
| And all them tell me | |
| I should take it slow | |
| Don' t want to find myself too deep in so | |
| I keep stumbling, pulling back while my dreams propelling | |
| Don' t hold back, my constitution' s crumbling | |
| Silhouette is painted on the wall | |
| And everybody wants to know what' s wrong | |
| It' s just the 700 mile situation | |
| Silhouette is painted on the wall | |
| How many times can | |
| I say that | |
| I, that I miss you? | |
| And everybody wants to know what' s wrong | |
| It' s just the 700 mile situation | |
| And everybody wants to know what' s wrong | |
| It' s just the 700 mile situation |
| zuò qǔ : Ballard, Eshun, McKinney ... | |
| Now for all the times you must go | |
| Notice all the things you leave | |
| So what' s behind that stare | |
| Am I there with you? | |
| And as you turn to walk away | |
| I can' t help it | |
| I can' t help to feel those instincts | |
| That want to dance with me | |
| Silhouette is painted on the wall | |
| How many times can | |
| I say that | |
| I, that I miss you? | |
| And everybody wants to know what' s wrong | |
| It' s just the 700 mile situation | |
| Why don' t you tell me what you' re scared of | |
| You make me breathe so easy | |
| And I' m a mess with reminders of you | |
| I often wonder where you are sometimes | |
| I close my eyes and picture it for a while | |
| I rise, awake to find myself without you | |
| Silhouette is painted on the wall | |
| How many times can | |
| I say that | |
| I, that I miss you? | |
| And everybody wants to know what' s wrong | |
| It' s just the 700 mile situation | |
| No one can tell me | |
| I don' t know | |
| About the ins and outs of how it goes | |
| Impulse traveler, why can' t you stay with me tonight | |
| What' s your soul taste like baby? | |
| And all them tell me | |
| I should take it slow | |
| Don' t want to find myself too deep in so | |
| I keep stumbling, pulling back while my dreams propelling | |
| Don' t hold back, my constitution' s crumbling | |
| Silhouette is painted on the wall | |
| And everybody wants to know what' s wrong | |
| It' s just the 700 mile situation | |
| Silhouette is painted on the wall | |
| How many times can | |
| I say that | |
| I, that I miss you? | |
| And everybody wants to know what' s wrong | |
| It' s just the 700 mile situation | |
| And everybody wants to know what' s wrong | |
| It' s just the 700 mile situation |
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