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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mick Strauss
Mick Strauss
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Arthur Gillette
Arthur Gillette
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jennifer E. Hutt
Jennifer E. Hutt
Producer
Vincent Talpaert
Vincent Talpaert
Producer
rowen berrou
rowen berrou
Producer
Brendan De Roeck
Brendan De Roeck
Producer
Vincent Taurelle
Vincent Taurelle
Producer

Lyrics

Hit you with a chill Hurricane wind crawlin in your home Through the windowsill She was waiting for you In a place where you were not 10.000 miles with suffering hearts She wrote gentle words Outside on the deck At night when it hurts She never pressed send Everything unexplained Their love was blurred And I'm running around With my head in my hand Running around With my head in my hand Running around With my head in my hand Some bills feel fake Some stones grow cold Some songs sound wrong For heaven's sake We're doing the things We thought that we would never do We're saying the things we thought that We would never say Hit me with the bill I don't remember my name Since You crawled into me It's never been the same Some drives take long Some pomes ring strong Some words can't say What's there in your heart And I'm running around With my head in my hand Running around With my head in my hand People hang them up their boxing gloves They give it up to the high above Hit me with a chill I don't remember my name Since you crawling to me It's never been the same
Writer(s): Arthur B. Gillette Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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