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PERFORMING ARTISTS
James Arthur
James Arthur
Vocals
Alex Beitzke
Alex Beitzke
Guitar
Bradley Spence
Bradley Spence
Programming
Connie Chatwin
Connie Chatwin
Second Violin
Dan Bingham
Dan Bingham
Drums
Emma Rohan
Emma Rohan
Background Vocals
Greg Sinclair
Greg Sinclair
Saxophone
Patrick Hayes
Patrick Hayes
Trombone
Phil Jewson
Phil Jewson
Keyboards
Rob Greenwood
Rob Greenwood
Trumpet
Rob Harris
Rob Harris
Guitar
Sally Wragg
Sally Wragg
Viola
Saul Wodak
Saul Wodak
Keyboards
Stompy's Playground
Stompy's Playground
String Orchestra
Tina Jacobs Lim
Tina Jacobs Lim
First Violin
Tom Oldfield
Tom Oldfield
Cello
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Arthur
James Arthur
Songwriter
Emma Rohan
Emma Rohan
Songwriter
Jonathan Hugh Quarmby
Jonathan Hugh Quarmby
Songwriter
Alex Beitzke
Alex Beitzke
Arranger
Ben Corrigan
Ben Corrigan
Arranger
Robert Hervais-Adelman
Robert Hervais-Adelman
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alex Beitzke
Alex Beitzke
Producer
Bradley Spence
Bradley Spence
Producer
Mattia Sartori
Mattia Sartori
Engineer
Jonny Solway
Jonny Solway
Engineer
Robin Schmidt
Robin Schmidt
Mastering Engineer
Cécile Desnos
Cécile Desnos
Editing Engineer
Jonathan Hugh Quarmby
Jonathan Hugh Quarmby
Producer
Tom Upex
Tom Upex
Engineer

Letras

Back from the edge Back from the dead Back before demons took control of my head Back to the start Back to my heart Back to the boy who would reach for the stars Oh, he would reach for the stars, yeah You can take my home, you can take my clothes You can take the drugs I have that nobody knows You can take my watch, you can take my phone You can take all I've got 'til I'm skin and bone I don't want control, I can dig my own hole I can make my bed and I can lie in it cold 'Cause I don't need heat, I've been burnin' in hell But now I'm back with my own story to tell Back from the edge Back from the dead Back before demons took control of my head Back to the start Back to my heart Back to the boy who would reach for the stars Oh, back from the edge Back from the dead Back from the tears that were too easily shed Back to the start Back to my heart Back to the boy who would reach for the stars Who would reach for the stars, yeah They don't like my lies, they don't like my songs Except in karaoke when they're singing along Did you see them build me up? Well I just tear myself down With a smile on my face, I dug my grave in the ground We all make mistakes, we're so quick to judge It's hard to forgive when we hold onto a grudge So turn down the heat, I've been burnin' in hell But now I'm back with my own story to tell Back from the edge Back from the dead Back before demons took control of my head Back to the start Back to my heart Back to the boy who would reach for the stars Oh, back from the edge Back from the dead Back from the tears that were too easily shed Back to the start Back to my heart Back to the boy who would reach for the stars Who would reach for the stars, yeah I don't want control, I can dig my own hole I can make my bed and I can lie in it cold 'Cause I don't need heat, I've been burnin' in hell But now I'm back with my own story to tell Back from the edge Back from the dead Back before demons took control of my head Back to the start Back to my heart Back to the boy who would reach for the stars Oh, back from the edge Back from the dead Back from the tears that were too easily shed Back to the start Back to my heart Back to the boy who would reach for the stars Who would reach for the stars
Writer(s): James Andrew Arthur, Emma Rohan, Jonathan Hugh Quarmby Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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