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Lucy Shaw
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Corinne Bailey
Corinne Bailey
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Richard Ashton
Richard Ashton
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Richard Bissill
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Andrew Dost
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Jack Antonoff
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Nate Ruess
Nate Ruess
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Trevor Mires
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Natalie Cavey
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Jenny Sacha
Jenny Sacha
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Natalia Bonner
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Pat Hartley
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Stephanie Cavey
Stephanie Cavey
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Sally Jackson
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Chloé Vincent
Chloé Vincent
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Emma Owens
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Jane Olivor
Jane Olivor
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Roise Danvers
Roise Danvers
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Andrew Dost
Andrew Dost
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Jack Antonoff
Jack Antonoff
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Jeff Bhasker
Jeff Bhasker
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Nate Ruess
Nate Ruess
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Fun.
Fun.
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Jeff Bhasker
Jeff Bhasker
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Pete Bischoff
Pete Bischoff
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Noah Goldstein
Noah Goldstein
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John Janick
John Janick
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Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
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Andrew Dawson
Andrew Dawson
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Tommy Danvers
Tommy Danvers
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I got enough on my mind That when she pulls me by the hair She hasn't much to hold onto She keeping count on her hand One, two, three days that I been sleeping on my side I finished kissing my death So now I head back up the steps Thinkin' about where I've been I mean the sun was never like this I wanna feel with the season I guess it makes sense 'Cause my life's become as vapid as A night out in Los Angeles And I just want to stay in bed And hold you like I used to You know that I am home So darling if you love me Would you let me know? Or go on, go on, go on If you were thinkin' that the worst is yet to come Why am I the one always packing up my stuff? For once, for once, for once I get the feeling that I'm right where I belong Why am I the one always packing up my stuff? She got enough on her mind That she feel no sorrow I let my fate fill the air So now she rollin' down her window Never been one to hold on But I need a last breath So I ask if she remembers when She used to come and visit me We were fools to think that nothing could go wrong Or go on, go on, go on If you were thinkin' that the worst is yet to come Why am I the one always packin' up my stuff? For once, for once, for once I get the feelin' that I'm right where I belong Why am I the one always packin' up my stuff? I think I kinda like it but I might of had too much I'll move back down To this western town When they find me out Make no mistake about it I'll move back down To this western town When they find me out Make no mistake about it I'll move back down (Go on, go on, go on) To this western town (If you were thinkin' that the worst is yet to come) Why am I the one always packin' up my stuff? Go on, go on, go on If you were thinkin' that the worst is yet to come Why am I the one always packin' up my stuff? For once, for once, for once I get the feelin' that I'm right where I belong Why am I the one always packin' up my stuff? I think I kinda like it but I might of had too much I'll move back down
Writer(s): Jeff Bhasker, Jack Antonoff, Andrew Dost, Nate Ruess Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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