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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Emeli Sandé
Emeli Sandé
Vocals
Rick Smith
Rick Smith
Vocals
Steve Pearce
Steve Pearce
Bass Guitar
Paul Clarvis
Paul Clarvis
Percussion
Esme Bronwen-Smith
Esme Bronwen-Smith
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Emeli Sandé
Emeli Sandé
Songwriter
Rick Smith
Rick Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rick Smith
Rick Smith
Producer

Lyrics

It has has been a thousand years since I have gave up hope in
I've told my heart to know my tears at the bottom of the ocean
I hit the ground, I hate the dirt
When cold turkey on the church
I just keep on running, running, running, running...
I camp real good, and laying low
I got the hang of breaking
But today I feel like volcano
Today something is changing
Cant hold it down, it's breaking loose
I could try, but there's no use
I'm running, running, running, running...
Here it comes...
Here it comes...
Hold on steady, ladies and gents
Ooh, get ready
Cause here it comes
Hurt my turn, when time on shoot
It came unexpected
I thought praying, I love the douche
Hit me like a nap trip
With you, you're my rusty car
I'm afraid, but there's no point in loving, loving, loving
Jumping off the window seat
Laying all the cities
I left a note to pay my bills, I wonder if they'll miss me
Cause I don't know when ill return
I waited long but here's my turn, I'm loving, loving, loving
Here it comes...
Here it comes...
Here it comes...
Here it comes...
Here it comes...
Here it comes...
Hold on steady, ladies and gents
Ooh, get ready
Here it comes
Written by: Emeli Sandé, Rick Smith
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