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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Amy Meredith
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joel Chapman
Composer
Christian Lo Russo
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Needham
Mixing Engineer
Will Brierre
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Robert Conley
Producer
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer
Brian Paturalski
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
S.O.S., I'm sick of this I wanna know, wanna know what it is
I've got my headphones on with rock 'n roll
There's only room for on of us and it's time to go
All mine now, baby, could be all mine now
Hit me then you let me know
D-d-don't stop, baby, don't stop, honey
We'll be dancing to the stereo, oh, oh
You're a drug, I can't seem to get enough
Think back, oh, why don't you think back?
And it's been you, oh, you and it's got to change
It took you so long but you're still the same
With your white shoes and and you're faded white dress
And you do what you do
And you do when you do
All mine now, baby, could be all mine now
Hit me then you let me know
D-d-don't stop, baby, don't stop, honey
We'll be dancing to the stereo, oh, oh
You're a drug, I can't seem to get enough
Standing tall, looking pretty
I think I'm better alone, better alone
All this living is easy
I think I'm better alone
Would you walk away if I told you now?
Would you walk away if I told you now?
And it's been too long, all of this time
It took me too long, all of this
It took me too long, all of this time to let go
Hit me then you let me know
D-d-don't stop, baby, don't stop, honey
We'll be dancing to the stereo, oh, oh
You're a drug, I can't seem to get enough
Standing tall, looking pretty
I think I'm better alone, better alone
All this living is easy
I think I'm better alone, I think I'm better alone
Writer(s): Joel Chapman, Christian Lo Russo
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