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Those Withoute
Those Withoute
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Felix Lindquist
Felix Lindquist
Songwriter
Filip Burman
Filip Burman
Songwriter
Dennis Thunell Karabegovic
Dennis Thunell Karabegovic
Songwriter
Martin Spåman
Martin Spåman
Songwriter
Oskar Westlin Ögren
Oskar Westlin Ögren
Songwriter
Those Withoute
Those Withoute
Songwriter

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Contemplating what is left for me to deal with Slowly pacing through the boredom that comes with it Cause I, never really wanted to be A chess piece in your mind game But when it catches up to me I get bruised by hearing your name I can't recall the time we last spoke But when you see me, do I still feel like a bad joke? I'll be wasting all my time on What was yours and what is mine And I like to call it like I see it (You took your chance to leave it) And all the things you never said Are resting underneath my bed To grab hold of me at night And God, I hope you're right These tragic stories, They tend to bore me unless we're talking about us I'm narcissistic, self deprecating Do I still fill you with disgust? And every day I see the fake smiles that you choose to hide behind But I'll keep pretending like it's nothing and that we're both fine I'll be wasting all my time on what was yours and what is mine And I like to call it like I see it (You took your chance to leave it) And all the things you never said Are resting underneath my bed To grab hold of me at night And God, I hope you're right Tell me whether I should stay I got lost along the way And I know that you're aware You're the one who left me there You colored me in shades of blue I saw the darker sides of you (You're the one who left me there) What was lost was clear as day Because it circled back to me You're the one who You're the one who I'll be wasting all my time on what was yours and what is mine And I like to call it like I see it I'll be wasting all my time on what was yours and what is mine And I like to call it like I see it (You took your chance to leave it) And all the things you never said Are resting underneath my bed To grab hold of me at night And God, I hope you're right
Writer(s): Dennis Thunell Karabegovic, Felix Lindquist, Filip Burman, Martin Spåman, Oskar Westlin ögren, Those Withoute Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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