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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Parkland
Parkland
Performer
Will Quiring
Will Quiring
Lead Vocals
Jeff Romanyk
Jeff Romanyk
Drums
Jeremy Olson
Jeremy Olson
Bass Guitar
Steve Schneider
Steve Schneider
Piano
Janelle Moskalyk
Janelle Moskalyk
Electric Guitar
Ian Cameron
Ian Cameron
Slide Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Will Quiring
Will Quiring
Songwriter

Lyrics

I'm the one at your best friend's house, still wearing his coat And I'm the one in the back row, trying to feel the holy ghost And I'm the one in the passenger side with the stakes pretty low And I'm thinking what the hell was she thinking when we took that oath All our friends are back at home And I'm glued to the telephone But with you, I don't feel so alone Come on The leaves are coming off of the trees Remember when we used to believe In that Alice Lake memory Dad said it's gonna get pretty cold in the next few weeks You had a call with a couple old friends who were drama geeks Hope my brother can come over for a fire and a couple of drinks And to my girl, when I'm looking for desire, I'll put it on for the week Yeah, come on Yeah, all our friends are back at home Should we drive around and look at homes? 'Cause with you, I don't feel so alone Come on And should we practice everything that we preach? With you lying next to me Like that Alice Lake memory Yeah, come on Yeah, all our friends are back at home But I don't really care at all 'Cause with you, I don't feel so alone Yeah, come on I guess what will be what will be And I still don't know what you see in me Is it that Alice Lake memory?
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