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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Slow Club
Slow Club
Performer
Charles Watson
Charles Watson
Guitar
Rebecca Lucy Taylor
Rebecca Lucy Taylor
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Charles Watson
Charles Watson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Luke Smith
Luke Smith
Producer

Lyrics

Two lost cousins, And one new watch. A chauffeur-driven dream, Told us where to drop. All of our feelings, They're in the Porsche. So no one could avoid, So no one could avoid. Hold on, To where you're from. It's where your heart goes, When you're done. So let's say, "I'll come another day." And maybe you'll understand, I look into your eyes, And you don't know who I am. Did you scream it? Honey, from the gal. My day just got misted, And the purple's talking down. Meetings in the desert, We want him to hear about, We want him to hear about, But I guess it's too late now. Hold on, To where you're from. It's where your heart goes, When you're done.(x4) First it wasn't easy, But seconds coming back. I've got a third upon my shoulder, And look it's on my back.(x4) Hold on, To where you're from. It's where your heart goes, When you're done.(x4) So let's say, "I'll come another day." And maybe you'll understand. I look into your eyes, You don't know who I am. I'll come another day, And maybe you'll understand. I look into your eyes, You don't know who I am.
Writer(s): Charles Richard Harrop Watson, Rebecca Lucy Taylor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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