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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ezra Bell
Ezra Bell
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scott Lester Michaud
Scott Lester Michaud
Songwriter
Jane Margaret Igoe
Jane Margaret Igoe
Songwriter
Patrick Winfield McCarthy
Patrick Winfield McCarthy
Songwriter
Evan Anderson Cael
Evan Anderson Cael
Songwriter
David Vanderford Celis
David Vanderford Celis
Songwriter
Kerry Ellen Grether
Kerry Ellen Grether
Songwriter
Benjamin Cole Wuamett
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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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