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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gabrielle Aplin
Vocals
John Smith
Guitar
Mark Shez Sheridan
Guitar
Alfie Hudson-Taylor
Background Vocals
Harry Hudson-Taylor
Background Vocals
Ash Soan
Drums
Jonathan Quarmby
Other Instrument
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gabrielle Aplin
Songwriter
John Smith
Songwriter
Lisa Hannigan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joel Davies
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jonathan Quarmby
Producer
Wes Maebe
Engineer
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer
Steve Fallone
Mastering Engineer
Letras
I wonder where my friend has gone
I wonder where it all went wrong
Was there something that I should have known?
I looked for him in Amsterdam
I cried for him in Birmingham
Wondered if he's ever coming home
Coming home, coming home
Standing underneath the sky
With nothing of my own
I'm here picking flowers
But all my seeds are left unsown
Better off if he was coming home
Better off if he was coming home
Had a man, tall and fine
I left him by an old road sign
Told him I was off to Mexico
With my feet on the track
And your shadow on my back
Wondered if I'm ever coming home
Coming home, coming home
Standing underneath the sky
With nothing of my own
I'm here picking flowers
But all my seeds are left unsown
Better off if he was coming home
Better off if he was coming home
Coming home, coming home
Standing underneath the sky
With nothing of my own
I'm here picking flowers
But all my seeds are left unsown
Better off if he was coming home
Better off if he was coming home
Better off if he was coming home
Better off if he was coming home
Writer(s): Gabrielle Aplin, Lisa Margaret Hannigan, John Smith
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