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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Emma Blackery
Emma Blackery
Performer
Toby Scott
Toby Scott
Performer
Peter Hutchings
Peter Hutchings
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Emma Blackery
Emma Blackery
Songwriter
Peter Hutchings
Peter Hutchings
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Emma Blackery
Emma Blackery
Producer
Toby Scott
Toby Scott
Producer
Peter Hutchings
Peter Hutchings
Producer

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I want you to know I tore up my list, I threw it away Just like everything How foolish of me To try and divide people into categories I found it so easy But what can I do When I've got nothing else? Not even myself I don't know what's left of me After all that I've done All the bridges have burned Would I walk them now anyway? Would I write myself off? Self-sabotage to the end If I could do it again What would I change? It was a stupid game anyway I admit I'm afraid To face what comes next Where do I turn when I've turned on my friends? What if I don't want it? What if I don't want it? How arrogant of me To think anyone could just be Good or bad Like cops and robbers The only one here committing a crime Was dancing on the line But what can I say When it's all that I've known Got a chance to get better Do I take it or watch myself suffer Now you're gone? All the bridges are burned Would I walk them now anyway? Would I write myself off? Self-sabotage to the end If I could do it again What would I change? It was a stupid game anyway I admit I'm afraid To face what comes next Where do I turn when I've turned on my friends? What if I don't want it? What if I don't want it? Am I kidding myself? I'm my own biggest villain What if I don't want it? What if I don't want it? Am I kidding myself Blaming somebody else? I'm my own biggest villain I'm my own biggest villain I'm my I'm my Ah Whoa Ah Whoa My own, my own My own, my own Self-sabotage to the end If I could do it again What would I change? It was a stupid game anyway I admit I'm afraid To change what comes next Where do I turn when I've turned on my friends? If I could do it again What would I change? It was a stupid game anyway I admit I'm afraid To change what comes next Where do I turn when I've turned on myself?
Writer(s): Emma Louise Blackery, Peter Hutchings Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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