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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bombay Bicycle Club
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bombay Bicycle Club
Songwriter
Lyrics
The moment we forgot we were just good friends
I moved my arm, her face went red again
One more bus home, another silent weekend
You said, "Love was painted gold"
Like all things growing old
The paint peels and slowly falls
You already know
You already know
You already know
Lookin' out the glass, so we sit together
We both know we could be someone better
Not with our heads like London weather
We said, "Love was painted gold"
But like all things growing old
The paint peels and slowly falls
You already know
You already know
You already know
You already know
Written by: Jack Steadman