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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Todrick Hall
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
A.P. Carter
Composer
Luisa Gerstein
Composer
Heloise Tunstall-Behrens
Composer
Keith Forsey
Composer
Steve Schiff
Composer
Sia
Composer
Sam Smith
Composer
Christian Guzman
Composer
Jason Moore
Composer
Deandria Dean
Composer
Harvey Mason, Jr.
Composer
Jamie Sanderson
Composer
Britten Newbill
Composer
Mike Campbell
Composer
Gino Barletta
Composer
Scott Bruzenak
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Todrick Hall
Producer
Jim Morgan
Producer
Wiidope
Producer
Lyrics
Ohhh oohh
Ohhoooo
Bababa
I got my ticket for the long way 'round
Two bottle 'a whiskey for the way
And I sure would like some sweet company
And I'm leaving tomorrow, wha-do-ya say?
When I'm gone
When I'm gone
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
You're gonna miss me by my hair
You're gonna miss me everywhere, oh
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
Won't you come see about me
I'll be alone dancing, you know it, baby
Tell me your troubles and doubts
Giving me everything, inside and outs
Don't you forget about me
As you walk on by
Will you call my name
When tomorrow comes
I'll be on my own
Feeling frightened of
The things that I don't know
When tomorrow comes
Tomorrow comes
When tomorrow comes
I got all I need when I got you and I
I look around me, and see a sweet life
I'm stuck in the dark but you're my flashlight
You're getting me, getting me through the night
You're my flashlight
You're my flashlight
You're my flashlight
You're my flashlight
You're my flashlight
You're my flashlight, flashlight
One day the world will be gone
There'll be no one here to walk the land
One day what you know will be wrong
There'll be no one here to hold your hand
Right now we're crazy youngsters
Time is running out, but who cares we're running free
They call us crazy youngsters
We don't apologize, we're mad and running free
They call us crazy youngsters
Time is running out but who cares we're running free
Hell yeah, we're crazy youngsters
We don't apologize, we're mad and running free
'Cause we got, hey, we got a lot of things to do
Hey, we got a lot of things to prove
(Yeah we got) yeah we got a lot of room to grow
(Hey) yeah we got a lot of miles to go
So we keep driving, we keep driving
So we keep driving, we keep driving
Could dress up
To get love
But guess what?
I'm never gonna be that girl
Who's living in a Barbie world
I know the other girlies wanna wear expensive things
Like diamond rings
But I don't wanna be the puppet that you're playing on a string
This queen don't need a king
Oh, I don't know what you've been told
But this gal right here's gonna rule the world
Yeah, that is where I'm gonna be because I wanna be
No, I don't wanna sit still, look pretty
Crazy youngsters
Dont't you forget about me
Sit still look pretty
Crazy youngsters
And you're my flashlight
Getting me, getting me through the night
Crazy, c-c-crazy youngsters
You're gonna miss me when i'm gone
Don't you forget about me
Cause I don't wanna to sit still looks pretty.
Writer(s): Scott Bruzenak, Mike Campbell, Deandria Dean, Christian Guzman, Jason Moore, Heloise Tunstall Behrens, Luisa Gerstein, Matthew Newbill, Gino Barletta, Alvin Carter, Steve Schiff, Keith Forsey, Jamie Sanderson, Samuel Smith, Harvey Mason, Esther Dean, Sia Furler
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