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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Smith & Burrows
Smith & Burrows
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacquire King
Jacquire King
Composer
Andrew Burrows
Andrew Burrows
Composer
Thomas Michael Henry Smith
Thomas Michael Henry Smith
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jacquire King
Jacquire King
Producer
Kolton Lee
Kolton Lee
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Aimee move on Make up your mind, you're making me hungry This ain't escape, this ain't the cure Your legend's are gone, the money's run out Before we can sleep, they knocked down our door I wouldn't lie on a bed of our roses I wouldn't call this hovel our home I'm starting to itch, the allergies hit Let's go outside, now turn off your phone I was the worst, I was the best No, I was the best of the worst of the rest Don't make them miss the chances wе missed Wouldn't it be wonderful if I wasn't such a fool Stеp outside, howl at the moon Aimee move on Aimee move on, no-one's indestructible We don't belong in these circles of friends We drown in our drinks, the small talk just stings It never ends, never ends, never ends Back to our place, stare at the TV They'll turn it on, we won't get found out Whisper then shout, it all comes too soon Let's leave this room to howl at the moon I was the worst, I was the best No, I was the best of the worst of the rest Don't make them miss the chances we missed Wouldn't it be wonderful if I wasn't such a fool Step outside, howl at the moon Don't you know I'm such a fool Step outside, howl at the moon Aimee move on Aimee move on Make up your mind, you're making me hungry This ain't escape, this ain't the cure Your legend's are gone, the money's run out Before we can sleep, they knocked down our door I wouldn't lie on a bed of our roses I wouldn't call this hovel our home I'm starting to itch, the allergies hit Let's go outside, now turn off your phone Aimee move on, no-one's indestructible We don't belong in these circles of friends We drown in our drinks, the small talk just stings It never ends, never ends, never ends Back to our place, stare at the TV They'll turn it on, we won't get found out Whisper then shout, it all comes too soon Let's leave this room to howl at the moon
Writer(s): Andrew William Burrows, Thomas Smith, Jacquire King Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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