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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ezra Bell
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scott Lester Michaud
Songwriter
Jane Margaret Igoe
Songwriter
Patrick Winfield McCarthy
Songwriter
Evan Anderson Cael
Songwriter
David Vanderford Celis
Songwriter
Kerry Ellen Grether
Songwriter
Benjamin Cole Wuamett
Songwriter
Lyrics
Good old dad, he showed his hand
He poured his drink on the carpet
And outside I was watching the fireworks
Burn out above like a card trick
And when we slept you left your bed
And ran to the arms of a grown man
And all that night you left your lights in
The back of Vanessa Martin's mom's van
And you still just borrow what you cannot steal
You will ask what isn't owed
When you find out that none of that is real
Come back and dance the night away in dirty clothes
One by one we all moved on
While you just clung to your childhood
And all that shame you prick your veins with
Will never love you like I do
Someone stands to hold your hand
Down there deep in the barroom
All the night look left and right
Love, tell me, tell me, where are you?
And you still jut borrow what you cannot steal
You will ask what isn't owed
When you find out that none of that is real
Come back and dance the night away in dirty clothes
La da dee da
Da dee da dee da
Da dee da dee da
Da do
La da dee da
Da dee da dee da
Da dee da dee da
Da do
La da dee da
Da dee da dee da
Da dee da dee da
Da do
La da dee da
Da dee da dee da
Da dee da dee da
Da do
And you still jut borrow what you cannot steal
You will ask what isn't owed
When you find out that none of that is real
Come back and dance the night away in dirty clothes
Writer(s): Benjamin Cole Wuamett, David Vanderford Celis, Evan Anderson Cael, Jane Margaret Igoe, Kerry Ellen Grether, Patrick Winfield Mccarthy, Scott Lester Michaud
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