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David Hosking
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Jake Tarasenko
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Jonathan N. Hart
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Killian Gavin
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Co‑production
Joe Chiccarelli
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Seth Morton
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Paroles
Won't you run underneath the door.
Take my home, treat it as your own.
My mother told me don't you run away,
Because it takes a man to keep them hungry,
But I'm so damn cold,
And if this blood don't turn to gold
I think I'm doomed.
Ooh, Yeah.
The time has come my friend to run,
I bid you please to take the roses an the loaded gun I left you
'Cause I'm hopin' now you find somehow
That I'm so damn cold,
And if this blood don't turn to gold,
I think I'm doomed.
Ooh, Yeah.
Writer(s): David Hosking, Killian Gavin, Jonathan Hart, Timothy Hart
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