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Tribe Friday
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noah Deutschmann
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Magnus Pejlert
Mixing Engineer
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Why's it only half past eight
When i can't wait to sleep another night?
Vacation from yourself
Do other boys need that sort of thing?
I wanted, maybe, I don't know
To not want or just maybe, to let it go
I gotta write this note I guess
Meet some friends i used to know
Ellen says she can't believe it's me
Me neither, i've grown cold
And she's done loads of drugs and boys and drugs
I miss me just as much
But can't keep up the strength to stay in touch
Gotta go now
Here goes
Hiding in the back room
Lipstick face and act cool
Trying to shut it out
Here goes
Smiles i used to call home
Towns that leave you no choice
Notes i have to write
So yell it to my face
"How'd you let this happen baby?"
Said "if this was today
I'd leave without a thought but i was
Scared to be alone"
At seventeen years old that feels like love
It could fool anyone
Love, we're only halfway there
But i can't wait to see what's 'round the block
Vacation from myself
I might just move out and stay there til i rot
If i'd been older, love
I might've just made the right choice but i've not
I gotta go now
Writer(s): Noah Deutschmann
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