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Slow New York

	作曲 : Julian
	She's drunk enough when she is sober.
	She don't need no alcohol,
	Don't need no artificial means,
	No amphetamines to cause her to fall.
	She's like the rain in the middle of sunlight,
	Leaves you confused, but still reborn.
	I've been up all night, havin' a ball,
	Starin' at the view of my brick wall in Slow New York.
	I heard that creaking in the hallway,
	I wiped my eyes and turned on the light.
	I took some medicine from the shelf,
	Just a bad influence on myself when you're out of sight.
	I thought she asked me for the world once,
	All she wanted was some comfort and nothing more.
	But like the morning's on Monday, these things are colored grey in Slow New York.
	And if you go back to the night,
	We'll go by the Sunday times, a little salt, a couple lines to beat the heat.
	You're gonna swear I make 'em better
	Than the Mexicans on Remmington Street.
	Took the latch off of the front gate.
	I hid the key up over the door.
	If you wanna come home like you once said,
	I'm still on the same side of the bed in Slow New York.
	If you wanna come home like you once said,
	I'm still on the same side of the bed in Slow New York,
	Slow New York.

	zuò qǔ : Julian
	She' s drunk enough when she is sober.
	She don' t need no alcohol,
	Don' t need no artificial means,
	No amphetamines to cause her to fall.
	She' s like the rain in the middle of sunlight,
	Leaves you confused, but still reborn.
	I' ve been up all night, havin' a ball,
	Starin' at the view of my brick wall in Slow New York.
	I heard that creaking in the hallway,
	I wiped my eyes and turned on the light.
	I took some medicine from the shelf,
	Just a bad influence on myself when you' re out of sight.
	I thought she asked me for the world once,
	All she wanted was some comfort and nothing more.
	But like the morning' s on Monday, these things are colored grey in Slow New York.
	And if you go back to the night,
	We' ll go by the Sunday times, a little salt, a couple lines to beat the heat.
	You' re gonna swear I make ' em better
	Than the Mexicans on Remmington Street.
	Took the latch off of the front gate.
	I hid the key up over the door.
	If you wanna come home like you once said,
	I' m still on the same side of the bed in Slow New York.
	If you wanna come home like you once said,
	I' m still on the same side of the bed in Slow New York,
	Slow New York.