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PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sam Pickering
Sam Pickering
Songwriter
Rob Glithero
Rob Glithero
Songwriter
Nate Davenport
Nate Davenport
Songwriter

Lyrics

We haunt the corridors of my brain
We've been taken for fools again
But it's not worth a key in the door
Without you in a heap on the floor
I'll make you up a bed and we'll just pretend
I wish you were my only friend
I'm glad I got out of bed when I did
There is no one around
And I've taken my time for granted
And it's so sad to close my eyes and miss another bit
But it's not worth a key in the door
Without you in a heap on the floor
I'll make you up a bed and I'll just pretend
I wish you were my only friend
If you were at the end of a loaded gun
I couldn't help but jump in front
I guess I'll hold my breath until I wake up
And we'll just laugh when it's all done
Written by: Nate Davenport, Rob Glithero, Sam Pickering
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