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Artistas intérpretes
Oliver Pinder
Voces
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Oliver Pinder
Autoría
Jacob Clarke
Autoría
Morgan Lindley
Autoría
Jacob Clarke
Arreglista
Producción e ingeniería
Oliver Pinder
Producción
James Kenosha
Producción
Antony Ryan
Masterización
Jacob Clarke
Coproducción
Letra
Are we wanting the same thing?
Are we one in the same?
How are you feeling?
Feel it slipping away
You'll tear your jeans, baby
Down on the floor like that
On hands and knees, baby
When you come crawling back
I'd clench my teeth, baby
Before you talk like that
Go count to three, baby
Get off my back
Do you get off on the pain
I think I see in your face
Well you can take all that lame shit
That you leave at my place
Pack it up in a suitcase
Get on a plane
Do whatever you want
Just far, far away
Dry your eyes babe
We would never, ever, ever last
Forever and ever
Dry your eyes babe
We would never, ever, ever last
Are we wanting the same thing?
Are we one in the same?
How are you feeling?
Feel it slipping away
You'll crease your nikeys
Chasing the past like that
You'll never find me
Or catch me circling back
I'm hard to reach, baby
These are my victory laps
Give me some peace baby
Get off my back
Do you get off on the pain
I think I see in your face
Well you can take all that lame shit
That you leave at my place
Pack it up in a suitcase
Get on a plane
Fuck sleep with some strangers
And drink in the day
Yeah say that I'm bad baby
Lie to their face
Hell tell them I'm crazy
It's all just the same
Tattoo your arm so it covers my name
Do whatever you want
Just far, far away
Dry your eyes babe
We would never, ever, ever last
Forever and ever
Dry your eyes babe
We would never, ever, ever last
There's so much left unsaid
So much sleeping in other peoples beds
But I'm over it
Maybe I'm not over it yet
Do you get off on the pain
I think I see in your face
Well you can take all that lame shit
That you leave at my place
Pack it up in a suitcase
Get on a plane
Fuck sleep with some strangers
And drink in the day
Yeah say that I'm bad baby
Lie to their face
Hell tell them I'm crazy
It's all just the same
Tattoo your arm so it covers my name
Do whatever you want
Just far, far away
Written by: Jacob Francis Clarke, Morgan Lindley, Oliver Pinder

