Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Tape Machines
Tape Machines
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Fredrik Jansson
Fredrik Jansson
Composition
Simon Gribbe
Simon Gribbe
Composition

Paroles

I’ve been holding on don’t wanna let you go
‘Cause every time I try you find a loophole
I’ve been slamming the door and just leave you cold
When I come back you feed it up to south pole
You see my body rush for the escape
While my heart wants to stay
I run away, hit the road in an old Mustang
But I keep turning back just like a boomerang
You’re like a back seat ghost telling me to stop
No matter what you do I keep on coming back
Just like a whoa whoa boomerang
Just like a whoa whoa boomerang
Just like a whoa whoa boomerang
I keep on spinnin like a boomerang
You know exactly where to push or pull
And I am going back just like you know I would
You’re reading me just like an open book¨
You know me better than I ever thought you could
You see my body rush for the escape
While my heart wants to stay
I run away, hit the road in an old Mustang
But I keep turning back just like a boomerang
You’re like a back seat ghost telling me to stop
No matter what you do I keep on coming back
Just like a whoa whoa boomerang
I keep on spinnin like a boomerang
My head is spinning on my shoulders
So what’s the use of trying baby
All the ways they lead to you
You’re like a magnet pulling me in
I run away, hit the road in an old Mustang (Mustang)
But I keep turning back just like a boomerang (boomerang)
You’re like a back seat ghost telling me to stop (stop)
No matter what you do I keep on coming back (coming back)
Just like a whoa whoa boomerang
Just like a whoa whoa boomerang
Just like a whoa whoa boomerang
I keep on spinnin like a boomerang
Just like a boomerang
I keep on spinning for you
Like a boomerang
I keep on spinning like a boomerang
Written by: Fredrik Jansson, Simon Gribbe
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