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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Max Frost
Max Frost
Vocals
Ruxley
Ruxley
Background Vocals
Thomas Slinger
Thomas Slinger
Piano
Carlos Sosa
Carlos Sosa
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Max Frost
Max Frost
Songwriter
Ruxley
Ruxley
Songwriter
Thomas Slinger
Thomas Slinger
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Thomas Slinger
Thomas Slinger
Producer
Paul Bailey
Paul Bailey
Additional Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Neal Pogue
Neal Pogue
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Eleven more days waiting around here in the city Thinking that I'm gonna escape this fucked up feeling I got on the flight, economy class, I couldn't sleep, I listened to jazz Eleven more nights staring at nothing on a phone screen Feeling the 'light'? and hoping that you'll call me But to my surprise, you hang me to dry I came over here, thought you were sincere But I guess that I was wrong And I was getting nervous thought I'd finally met that person Maybe we'd just moved to fast Cause I woke up in the morning thinking why'd you leave so fast You left without your purse, and by the time I called you back you were gone I got eleven days to go. I don't got the chance to change my flight home It's five'o'clock In Mexico, and breakfast time In Tokyo I got eleven days to go. I came here for a reason but the reason's gone It's five'o'clock In Mexico, and breakfast time In Tokyo Eleven more days feeling hungover in the morning Kicking my heels, feeling I'm real, retail shopping Walking the mall, getting new kicks, I'm feeling sick, taking a sip from this Iced coffee. Eleven more nights, losing my mind, seeing city lights Wondering how the hell to get you off my mind Wondering how the hell to get you off my mind I got eleven days to go. I don't got the chance to change my flight home It's five'o'clock In Mexico, and breakfast time In Tokyo, I got eleven days to go. I came here for a reason but the reason's gone It's five'o'clock In Mexico, and breakfast time In Tokyo. I gotta be outta my mind, thinking everything would've been fine. To come across the ocean on some frequent flyer miles I know I'll be feeling alright, when I finally get on a flight back home. But I got eleven days to go. I got eleven days to go. I don't got the chance to change my flight home It's five'o'clock In Mexico, and breakfast time In Tokyo, I got eleven days to go. I came here for a reason but the reason's gone It's five'o'clock In Mexico, and breakfast time In Tokyo.
Writer(s): Max Frost, Thomas Edward Slinger, Ruxley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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