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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mitchell Hazlett Lewis
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fredrik Häggstam
Songwriter
Mitchell Hazlett Lewis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Freddy Alexander
Producer
Idania Valencia
Engineer
Songteksten
All is low
This sun dance tone
Neighbours keep on calling
'Cause I'm never home
It's heaven sent
And left on read
I always thought you're golden
And what a tall regret
Was that a metaphor?
A strange way to miss you
If I leave, then I'm not sure
I would've told you
When's this ghost coming?
Is he slow running?
Out of places to hide?
Ways of changing your mind?
Said he's so sorry
You said, "Don't worry"
Not because I like you
For all those things I've gone through
I'm leaving
Mama's boy
Made some noise
Go find someone you've broken
What a heady choice
Was that a metaphor?
A strange way to miss you
If I leave, then I'm not sure
I would've told you
When's this ghost coming?
Is he slow running?
Out of places to hide?
Ways of changing your mind?
Said he's so sorry
You said, "Don't worry"
Not because I like you
For all those things I've gone through
I'm leaving
Writer(s): Fredrik Haggstam, Mitchell Grant Lewis
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