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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nicholas Ramsay
Nicholas Ramsay
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Gregory Higgins
Michael Gregory Higgins
Songwriter
Nicholas Anthony Wheeler
Nicholas Anthony Wheeler
Songwriter
Jacob Patrick Farrell
Jacob Patrick Farrell
Songwriter
Ethan Michael Klohr
Ethan Michael Klohr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trenton Ropp
Trenton Ropp
Producer
Josh Cobb
Josh Cobb
Mastering Engineer

Letras

Don't go Because it's only just the afternoon And I'm not done making fun of you yet And who knows If you're interested in passing time We can walk down to the borderline and fret But I've only got Six dollars in my pocket Nothing left to my name You're sizing me up just to get hurt again Six dollars in my wallet Walking on without shame You never know I never know when I'll be back again If we can work this out, I know Those miles won't seem so far to row Wait up now, I'm gonna come home soon Way uptown, but I'll roll right back to you Come close, my dear I didn't even mention it was mostly clear The things you thought you'd mention When you whispered in my ear And I fell straight down to the ground (As soon as I fall apart for you) But I know better, I've seen this all before I've written every letter and I've read them door to door But sometimes I finally find the taste of glue As soon as I fall apart for you If we can work this out, I know Those miles won't seem so far to row Wait up now, I'm gonna come home soon Way uptown, but I'll roll right back to you (Don't waste my time... the finish line... don't waste my time... That drive takes time... oh...) Oh, that drive takes time But meet me at the finish line And oh, don't waste more time Just pour me one last glass of wine
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