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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joseph Gallant
Joseph Gallant
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Gallant
Joseph Gallant
Songwriter
Ben Stoll
Ben Stoll
Songwriter
Josh Gleave
Josh Gleave
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Josh Gleave
Josh Gleave
Producer

Texty

Yeah, it sucks breaking up
Leaving something in the rearview
In a cloud of dust
I don't miss the B.S
I don't miss the fights
But there's a pair of brown eyes still on my mind
And I can't lie
I miss that long blonde hair blowing 'round
With the windows rolled downtown walking to the park
Where we used to go chasing sunsets, her head on my chest
We made a million memories
Those Sunday football games just curled up on the couch
Feels bittersweet when I think about it now
Yeah, my best friend, my whole world
Was that dog, it ain't that girl
She took my favorite T-shirt
And sheets off of the bed
But there's one thing I wish she woulda left
I miss that long blonde hair blowing 'round
With the windows rolled
Downtown walking to the park where we used to go
Chasing sunsets, her head on my chest
We made a million memories
Those Sunday football games just curled up on the couch
Feels bittersweet when I think about it now
Yeah, my best friend, my whole world
Was that dog, it ain't that girl
She took the TV, my table
Trying to mess with my head
Just one thing I wish she woulda left
I miss that long blonde hair blowing 'round
With the windows rolled downtown
Where we went chasing sunsets, her head on my chest
We made a million memories
Those Sunday football games just curled up on the couch
Feels bittersweet when I think about it now
Yeah, my best friend, my whole world
(My best friend, my whole world)
Yeah my best friend, my whole world
Was that dog, it ain't that girl
I miss that dog, it ain't that girl
(No, it ain't, no, it ain't, no, it ain't)
Written by: Ben Stoll, Joseph Gallant, Josh Gleave
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