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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Private Island
Private Island
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christian Lum
Christian Lum
Songwriter
Cameron Anderson
Cameron Anderson
Songwriter
Tommy Nickerson
Tommy Nickerson
Songwriter
Roger Mawer
Roger Mawer
Songwriter
Tim Barbour
Tim Barbour
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Schuppan
Mike Schuppan
Producer

Lyrics

No, Ms. Waitress No one is joining me I'll be alone for a while She left in the fall Right as our body heat Would work for our small bed It's a time change (it's a time change) With some pain on it (with some pain on it) I don't feel right (I don't feel right) Where you at? And I don't have (and I don't have) A way to cure it (a way to cure it) Only band-aids (only band-aids) Where you at? We're getting old A new list of simple things Something to do for a while Touching myself Imagining touching you Your hands are softer than mine I hope you hate it Why did you do me like that? Oh, it's a cold place Without my chest on her back Please, no more phone calls About this place I ain't at And no more stories Want you in my day instead I hope you hate it Why did you do me like that? Oh, it's a cold place Without my chest on her back Please, no more phone calls About this place I ain't at Please, just come back, back, back, back, back It's a time change (it's a time change) With some pain on it (with some pain on it) I don't feel right (I don't feel right) Where you at? And I don't have (and I don't have) A way to cure it (a way to cure it) Only band-aids (only band-aids) Where you at? Where you at? Touching myself Imagining touching you Your hands are softer than mine Touching myself Imagining touching you When you're alone, keep me in mind
Writer(s): Cameron Anderson, Christian Lum, Roger Mawer, Tim Barbour, Tommy Nickerson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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