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PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Asha Lorenz
Asha Lorenz
Composer
Louis O'Bryen
Louis O'Bryen
Composer
Campbell Baum
Campbell Baum
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Asha Lorenz
Asha Lorenz
Producer
Louis O'Bryen
Louis O'Bryen
Producer
Charlie Andrew
Charlie Andrew
Producer
Matthew Glasbey
Matthew Glasbey
Engineer

Lyrics

I know that you're somewhere out there, out there Which makes it even harder to pretend that You're not in this city You are the key to my city, to my city You said I always look like a deer in the headlights I still look lost In this city, in this city You are the key to my city, to my city I know that you're somewhere out there, out there Getting f- in someone else's bed You said I always looked like a deer in the headlights I still look lost In this city, in this city You arе the key to my city, to my city To my city (ten, ninе, eight, seven, six) You are the key to my city, to my city, to my city (ten, ninе, eight, seven, six) If it's gotta be, I don't care Go and make a lot of rich friends out there Bet a lot of those friends turn bad out there, out there, out there So it's not me, I don't care Go and have another hot girl affair But a lotta good b- turn bad out there, out there, out there I know what you're doing it for (if it's gonna be) For the money, for the money And the travel I know that you're somewhere out there, out there Getting f- in someone else's bed I know that you're sitting in the cinema With someone else's arm 'round your neck (your neck) I know that you're out there, out there, out there Still I pretend that You are the key to my city, to my city, to my city You are the key to my city, to my city, to my city This city in the city (six, five) This city in the city, in the city, in the (four, three, two) This city in the city (six, five) This city in the city, in the city, in the city (four, three, two) Everyone's playing their own games Sideways People don't feel the same Always If it's gonna be, I don't care (playin' their own games) Go and make a lot of rich friends out there (everyone's playin' their own games) Bet a lot of those friends turn bad out there, out there (everyone's feeling the same) Out there (everyone's feeling the same) So it's not me, I don't care (everyone's playin' their own games) Go and have another hot girl affair (everyone's playin' their own games) But a lotta good b- going mad out there, out there, out there (feel the same, feel the same)
Writer(s): Louis Giles O'bryen, Asha Lorenz, Campbell Alexander Baum Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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