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Charles Meyer
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Niya Norwood
Niya Norwood
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Abbey Smith
Abbey Smith
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Zach Brown
Zach Brown
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Riccardo Damian
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Carl Bespolka
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Tom Elmhirst
Tom Elmhirst
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Matthew "Young Matt" Scatchell
Matthew "Young Matt" Scatchell
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Randy Merrill
Randy Merrill
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Yebba
Yebba
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Tell me Will you leave me lonely? On and on and on I know you told me The most important reason why You'll color in as many lines as I need you Tell me When we have no money And the siren starts their callin' You say "Slow down" Slow down, come on Slow down And this paranoia purple turns to green And nothing is as simple as it seems What's happening to me? Say now When my life is over Will you find somebody good enough to hold you? Someone like my Abigail To tell you all is good and well like me now Say now Feel my colors show how I think it's almost time for me to go now Go now Go now But this paranoia purple turns to grey And all that's good and well Melts away Until we meet again How could I for Still can't figure it out Still can't figure it out Oh, how could I forget about you now? Tell me, how could I forget about you now? Now Now How could I yeah for-forget about you? I still can't figure you out Hope you're having fun, and I hope you're singing away You're my little joy, my little star I love you, bye Love, Mama
Writer(s): Abigail Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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