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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Todrick Hall
Todrick Hall
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
A.P. Carter
A.P. Carter
Composer
Luisa Gerstein
Luisa Gerstein
Composer
Heloise Tunstall-Behrens
Heloise Tunstall-Behrens
Composer
Keith Forsey
Keith Forsey
Composer
Steve Schiff
Steve Schiff
Composer
Sia
Sia
Composer
Sam Smith
Sam Smith
Composer
Christian Guzman
Christian Guzman
Composer
Jason Moore
Jason Moore
Composer
Deandria Dean
Deandria Dean
Composer
Harvey Mason, Jr.
Harvey Mason, Jr.
Composer
Jamie Sanderson
Jamie Sanderson
Composer
Britten Newbill
Britten Newbill
Composer
Mike Campbell
Mike Campbell
Composer
Gino Barletta
Gino Barletta
Composer
Scott Bruzenak
Scott Bruzenak
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Todrick Hall
Todrick Hall
Producer
Jim Morgan
Jim Morgan
Producer
Wiidope
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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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