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PERFORMING ARTISTS
RHODES
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
RHODES
Songwriter
Natalia Salter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alex Beitzke
Producer
James Kenosha
Producer
Stuart Hawkes
Engineer
Lyrics
Oh I
I thought I could stay high
But its a fine line between paradise and paralysed
Sometimes
I don't even know why
I feel like I'm tongue tied, on the outside
Oh god I'm so tired
You said, 'you don't have to carry this around'
I said 'I'm trying to find a place to out it down'
Could it just be right here, you and me
Don't we owe it to ourselves
Don't we owe it to ourselves
To be happy, happy, happy now?
Cos I don't think I am
It just keeps slipping through my hands
Like golden sand
Oh my, just look at all the stars in the sky
Constellations, conversations that slow down time
They say that life is pain but I'm not sold
And I'll never know the meaning of it all anyway
Don't we owe it to ourselves
Don't we owe it to ourselves
To be happy, happy, happy now
Cos I don't think I am
It just keeps slipping through my hands
Like golden sand
But I'll keep trying
I'll keep trying
I'll keep trying
I'll keep trying
Don't we owe it to ourselves
Don't we owe it to ourselves
Writer(s): David Rhodes, Natalia Salter, Alexander Klaus Beitzke
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