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Cody Simpson: Evenings In London (Marvin's Room Re-Imagined)
Hello?
Cody?
Cody, when are you coming home?
I miss you.
When are you coming home?
Hello?
Cody?
Hello?
I like this right here.
Yeah.
Lookin’ through my call log.
All I see is your name there.
I wish I could just call you.
I’ve been overseas too long.
I hope you ain’t gon' go try.
To find yourself a new guy.
And I’ve been thinkin’ so much,
That ima call you anyway and say…
Nights in Paris used to feel so right.
Rather stay in my hotel talk to you all night.
Evenings in London never felt so sad,
I wish you were here to share these days so bad.
Ohh.
Yeaah.
The life we chose, we're never together,
Never together but always and forever.
The mornings in Rome, yeah you should be here too.
And even in London, I’ll always be faithful.
Woaah.
Yea-a-a-a-a-a-ah.
Yeah.
Uh.
I text you an ‘xo.’
From my hotel in Melbourne.
So busy here in Melbourne,
I never have the time to kick it no more.
My flight's in the morning.
But is it really so important?
Jet-setter life I’m leading,
Til I’ll be comin’ home to you.
Times square, New York,
Used to feel so bright.
Rather stay in my hotel, talk to you all night.
Evenings in London never felt so sad.
I wish you were here to share these days so bad.
Oh-ohh.
Mm.
The life we chose, we're never together.
Never together but always and forever.
The mornings in Rome, yeah, you should be here too.
Even in London I’ll always be faithful.
I've never stopped thinking about how I miss you so much and how I don’t kiss you enough..
I know that.
I don’t think I'm conscious of the monsters in the basement til I vacation, then it all goes bad.
But damn it’s all good.
Babe I just landed.
Ooh yeah
I just landed.
You need to come over 'cause babe I just landed.
How ‘bout I text you what time you should be here?
Text me right back yeah as soon as you’re leaving.
I need you right now, are you down to come chill with me?
Ain't no other city that I’d rather be.
It’s like all these beaches were made just for me.
Forgot to bring your present back, I’m ashamed.
Bet you'd love that ring, engraved with your name.
The evening in London, they all felt the same.
Been textin’ me all week, oh girl, please explain.
Your findin’ it hard getting used to my fame?
Crushin’ that mixture,
I’ve been goin’ crazy girl, knowin’ how he missed ya.
Knowin’ how he kissed you.
Oh damn, I can’t believe you.
Oh-oh-oh..oh-oh-oh.
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