Julia
Oh Julia
Why'd you have to leave me so soon?
Cigarettes and fresh mint gum never tasted so good
From the first time, I touched you
Didn't want a thing to end
Went ahead and shut me out
Before you ever let me in
Never had the tables turned like this before
Oh in the city
I tell myself is this real
We had a whole lot of, whole lot of
But she was broken
I tell myself to feel
A whole lot of, whole lot of better
Oh Julia
Why'd you have to leave so soon?
Why'd you have to leave so soon?
Why'd you have to leave so soon?
Oh Julia
Why couldn't you stay past the dawn?
Could've watched the sun and the moon and the stars
The sun and the moon and the stars
Never had the tables turned like this before
Oh in the city
I tell myself is this real
We had a whole lot of, whole lot of
But she was broken
I tell myself to feel
A whole lot of, whole lot of better
FDR, Queens Boulevard
555 it's not a real number
Highline, Central Park
555 it's not a real number
Penn Station, LIR
555 it' not a real number
Since that night nothing's been the same
Gotta wonder, was it even your real name
Why'd you have to leave me so soon?
Cigarettes and fresh mint gum never tasted so good
From the first time, I touched you
Didn't want a thing to end
Went ahead and shut me out
Before you ever let me in
Never had the tables turned like this before
Oh in the city
I tell myself is this real
We had a whole lot of, whole lot of
But she was broken
I tell myself to feel
A whole lot of, whole lot of better
Oh Julia
Why'd you have to leave so soon?
Why'd you have to leave so soon?
Why'd you have to leave so soon?
Oh Julia
Why couldn't you stay past the dawn?
Could've watched the sun and the moon and the stars
The sun and the moon and the stars
Never had the tables turned like this before
Oh in the city
I tell myself is this real
We had a whole lot of, whole lot of
But she was broken
I tell myself to feel
A whole lot of, whole lot of better
FDR, Queens Boulevard
555 it's not a real number
Highline, Central Park
555 it's not a real number
Penn Station, LIR
555 it' not a real number
Since that night nothing's been the same
Gotta wonder, was it even your real name
Credits
Writer(s): Jason Moore, Christer Hellstrom, Kjell Ove Volle Knutsen, Andre Rybakken, Gard Hustad, Andreas Lindberg Svensson
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