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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sports Team
Sports Team
Performer
Burke Reid
Burke Reid
Programming
Oliver Dewdney
Oliver Dewdney
Bass
Henry Young
Henry Young
Guitar
Robert Knaggs
Robert Knaggs
Guitar
Benjamin Mack
Benjamin Mack
Keyboards
Alexandra Greenwood
Alexandra Greenwood
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex Davies
Alex Davies
Composer
Oliver Dewdney
Oliver Dewdney
Songwriter
Henry Young
Henry Young
Songwriter
Robert Knaggs
Robert Knaggs
Songwriter
Benjamin Mack
Benjamin Mack
Composer
Alexandra Greenwood
Alexandra Greenwood
Composer
Alexander Rice
Alexander Rice
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Burke Reid
Burke Reid
Mixing Engineer
Alex Davies
Alex Davies
Co-Producer
Robin Schmidt
Robin Schmidt
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Oh, you've been waiting for a while Down there by the Aldershot Municipal Gardens Do you think, sometimes on weekends When it gets light, you could swim there? Well, maybe if the water was clear I've been taking some time to myself I've been thinking a lot But mainly outside of the box I really hope that my business speak works And I get a job 'cause I really need one Yeah I've been waiting in the docks, for a while Down there in Aldershot, Camberley, or Staines I think, I've been packing lunches deep in boxes I want to be a lawyer Or someone who hunts foxes And I think, maybe in a while I could become a doctor The ambulances don't run anymore, but it's okay You can get an Uber there for four pounds fifty-five And if you can't afford that Well, it only really hurts when it rains So, arthritis probably doesn't matter a lot I've been thinking a little bit about that sort of thing And if you could hopefully agree I could begin the track by the sound of three So, oh, you've been hoping a lot And working on your poses And living on a yacht in your dreams And there in Camberley, or Aldershot or Staines And there it hunches underneath any miserable bridges And on the weekends, he goes out for a bit To the Slug and Lettuce, or Wetherspoons if that's shit There's no club in this town anymore But if you want to do drugs, you could always go to London Oh, tend to your flowers for a while Everything's growing so nicely, July's coming along I hope that when the winter's finally here you can Sit in your front room and laugh at your neighbors Oh, you're a tiny bit old for this Don't you think it's gonna get better before too long? Or if it doesn't, I guess you'll be six feet under Wearing your nicest clothes
Writer(s): Al Greenwood, Alex Rice, Benjamin Mack, Henry Young, Oli Dewdney, Rob Knaggs Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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