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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Martin Luke Brown
Martin Luke Brown
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Smith
James Smith
Composer
Martin Luke Brown
Martin Luke Brown
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
James Smith
James Smith
Producer
James F Reynolds
James F Reynolds
Mixing Engineer
Kevin Tuffy
Kevin Tuffy
Mastering Engineer
Simon Todkill
Simon Todkill
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Dreaming on the District Line Talkin' about our future life Sleeping by the coast at night Jumping out of clear blue skies Yeah, we made our plans And I held your hand Years go by like paper planes Big ideas all go to waste Guess we had our golden days We try sometimes but it's not the same Any more my love Now we're all grown up We're not friends Cos we still care More than a little And it don't make sense But here we stand Somewhere in the middle One foot out and one foot in I wonder what we could've been If I moved out and you stayed here Would I be crying jealous tears When you tell me you Are seeing someone new We're not friends Cos we still care More than a little And it don't make sense But here we stand Somewhere in the middle You come over to see me We both know that it really Doesn't help You leave your coat behind And jump on that long green line To head back west I'll meet you next time Somewhere in the middle Not in my bed It's for the best We're somewhere in the middle We're not friends Cos we still care More than a little And it don't make sense But here we stand Somewhere in the middle
Writer(s): Martin Luke Brown, James Edward Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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