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Gold Motel
Gold Motel
Performer
Greta Salpeter
Greta Salpeter
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Greta Salpeter
Greta Salpeter
Songwriter
Eric Hehr
Eric Hehr
Songwriter
Dan Duszynski
Dan Duszynski
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gold Motel
Gold Motel
Producer

Lyrics

Clutchin' your glass, spit in your ash Sold my heart as petty cash On the telephone, say you're comin' home But we both know that you won't Once I saw through, you tried to outdo you We were better back then when I barely knew you A backseat kiss, a heartbreak wish It's too late to take it all back Take it all back Take it all back Some things end without tryin' You turn away without warnin' Your cold shoulders! Your cold shoulders! Your cold shoulders! Your cold You're in the lead, pickin' up speed Down on my luck, but not gonna plead Your loyalty to your vanity It's too late to take it all back Take it all back Take it all back Some things end without tryin' You turn away without warnin' Your cold shoulders! Your cold shoulders! Your cold shoulders! Your cold shoulders! Your cold shoulders! Your cold shoulders! Your cold shoulders! Your cold shoulders! Your cold Once I saw through, you tried to outdo you We were better back then when I barely knew you A backseat kiss, a heartbreak wish It's too late to take it all back Take it all back Take it all back Take it all back
Writer(s): Daniel P Duszynski, Greta Morgan Salpeter, Matthew Thomas Schuessler, Adam Kaltenhauser, Eric Allen Hehr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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