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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Camera Obscura
Camera Obscura
Performer
Tracyanne Campbell
Tracyanne Campbell
Vocals
Andreas Forsman
Andreas Forsman
Violin
Anna Dager
Anna Dager
Cello
Carey Lander
Carey Lander
Piano
Christopher Öhman
Christopher Öhman
Viola
Erik Arvinder
Erik Arvinder
Violin
Gavin Dunbar
Gavin Dunbar
Bass Guitar
Jari Haapalainen
Jari Haapalainen
Percussion
Jessica Hugosson
Jessica Hugosson
Violin
Kenny McKeeve
Kenny McKeeve
Electric Guitar
Lee Thomson
Lee Thomson
Drums
Nicolai Dunger
Nicolai Dunger
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tracyanne Campbell
Tracyanne Campbell
Songwriter

Lyrics

Ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh I'm going on a date tonight To try to fall out of love with you I know, I know this is a crime But I don't know what else to do My love, you're in a magazine My love, you're doing fine, you're on TV You wore my heart out, then you run away From Chicago to Cleveland, you made me pay You made me pay When you're lucid, you're the sweetest thing I would trade my mother to hear you sing When you're lucid, you're the sweetest thing I would trade my mother On the bus radio, "Fifty ways to leave your lover alone" I laughed at the irony But life is stupid, the irony all lost on me It got lost on me When you're lucid, you're the sweetest thing I would trade my mother to hear you sing When you're lucid, you're the sweetest thing I would trade my mother Ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh You challenged me to write a love song Here it is, I think I got it wrong I focused on the negative The pain was too much to write and sing Oh, it was my incentive When you're lucid, you're the sweetest thing I would trade my mother to hear you sing When you're lucid, you're the sweetest thing I would trade my mother to hear you sing When you're lucid, you're the sweetest thing I would trade my mother to hear you sing When you're lucid, you're the sweetest thing I would trade my mother But she don't know just how far I'd go Would I walk for a hundred miles for a glimpse of your northern smile? Ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
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