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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nadia Rose
Nadia Rose
Performer
Red Rat
Red Rat
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nadia Rose
Nadia Rose
Composer
Ellis Taylor
Ellis Taylor
Composer
Wallace Wilson
Wallace Wilson
Lyrics
Steve Marsden
Steve Marsden
Composer
Andrew Bradford
Andrew Bradford
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Show N Prove
Show N Prove
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Eddie Serafica
Eddie Serafica
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Jake Gordon
Jake Gordon
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Beau Thomas
Beau Thomas
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Lyrics

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Writer(s): Wallace Whigfield Wilson, Stephen John Marsden, Andrew Patrick Bradford, Ellis Cruickshank Taylor, Nadia Norley Rose Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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