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Marshall Hunt
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Gordon Taylor
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Lincoln Lute
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Ariel Loh
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The first time I slept before you
Never knew what it's like to come home alone
I drink your cold coffee every morning
It's bitter, but it wakes me up
Does your fantasy comfort me?
Or am I just dreaming of
Cold nights when you're not home
Somehow lost on the same road
I was only trying to show
What you mean to me
After all this, you had cold feet
Now you're looking back
Oh, questioning all you had
All you had
Take the lie and believe it, all your medicine
That's the numbness you're sleeping in
Take the last breath and breathe in as your novel ends
On the page you were gonna read
Does your fantasy comfort me?
Or am I just dreaming of
Cold nights when you're not home
Somehow lost on the same road
I was only trying to show
What you mean to me
After all this, you had cold feet
Now you're looking back
Oh, questioning all you had
All you had, all you had
All you had, all you had
And you wanna move forward but you're sinking backward
After all you left, she's the one you know
And you're looking for the reason to find out the answer
After all you left, she's the one you know
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Writer(s): Lincoln Lute, Gordon Taylor, Christopher Panerio, Marshall Hunt
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