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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Friday Pilots Club
Friday Pilots Club
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Drew Polovick
Drew Polovick
Songwriter
Caleb Hiltunen
Caleb Hiltunen
Songwriter
James Kourafas
James Kourafas
Songwriter
Sean Burke
Sean Burke
Songwriter
Eric Doar
Eric Doar
Songwriter
Chris Lyon
Chris Lyon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Friday Pilots Club
Friday Pilots Club
Producer
Chris Lyon
Chris Lyon
Producer

Lyrics

If we take it from the top now Just how you left me before Found me breaking out of blackout With one hand on the door I feel my body calling Dying for a way to let go (Cold stare, are you tasting the glare) It's his voice, through my lips Yeah I'm beggin' him to leave me alone (No shot, boy I'm all that you got) Spectator Mirror me A best seller First edition of a lip read Cold killer A big tease I'm on the edge I'm exactly where you want me Exactly where you want me I'm exactly where you want me to be Alone in your perception A personal hell I drown in self deception Seems like I'm serving you well Spectator Mirror me A best seller First edition of a lip read Cold killer A big tease I'm on the edge I'm exactly where you want me Exactly where you want me I'm exactly where you want me to be Another critic in the front seat I'm exactly where you want me to be (Spectator) So distraught by what I don't see (Spectator) Yeah I'm exactly where he wants me to be
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