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Hector
R&B/Soul
Hector adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Conor Ryan tarafından 19 Aralık 2025 tarihinde yayınlandıHector - Single
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Çıkış Tarihi19 Aralık 2025
FirmaConor Ryan
LanguageEnglish
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Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM59

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I've been traveling often
For millions of reasons
To run from my demons
That hide in my mind
I've been holding back feelings
For those I can't tell you
Oh when do they come, oh they come
We met for dinner and we felt the vibe come
Talking about our lives, nothing could go wrong
You said that you fly back to Kansas now you're stranded
Asked if you could stay at my couch, I was candid
Stranger in the freeze, but you said it's for boys
Paid me on my couch, telling them I'm a racist
Now they got a first night, then to exercise
Then the second night, I heard the toilet start to flush
I've been traveling often
I've been traveling often
For millions of reasons
To run from my demons
That hide in my mind
I've been holding back feelings
For those I can't tell you
Oh when do they come, oh they come
First knock gentle, like you needed somethin’ quick,
Second knock louder, like the tone just switched.
I said, “Hector, what you want? It’s late.”
You replied too calm, “Open up… don’t make me wait.”
My heartbeat climbed but my voice stayed still,
Footsteps in the hallway like you stalkin’ for a kill.
I whispered 911, breath shallow and tight,
Tryna stall every second just to make it through the night.
I've been traveling often
First knock gentle, like you needed somethin’ quick,
Second knock louder, like the tone just switched.
I said, “Hector, what you want? It’s late.”
You replied too calm, “Open up… don’t make me wait.”
My heartbeat climbed but my voice stayed still,
Footsteps in the hallway like you stalkin’ for a kill.
I whispered 911, breath shallow and tight,
Tryna stall every second just to make it through the night.
First knock gentle, like you needed somethin’ quick,
Second knock louder, like the tone just switched.
I said, “Hector, what you want? It’s late.”
You replied too calm, “Open up… don’t make me wait.”
My heartbeat climbed but my voice stayed still,
Footsteps in the hallway like you stalkin’ for a kill.
I whispered 911, breath shallow and tight,
Tryna stall every second just to make it through the night.
I've been traveling often
For millions of reasons
To run from my demons
That hide in my mind
I've been holding back feelings
For those I can't
Written by: Conor Ryan
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