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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Saturdays
The Saturdays
Vocals
David Eriksen
David Eriksen
Keyboards
Thomas Eriksen
Thomas Eriksen
Keyboards
Børge Øverleiv Petersen
Børge Øverleiv Petersen
Guitar
Harry B.
Harry B.
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ina
Ina
Songwriter
Ina Wroldsen
Ina Wroldsen
Composer
Andre Lindal
Andre Lindal
Composer
David Eriksen
David Eriksen
Vocal Arranger
Thomas Eriksen
Thomas Eriksen
Vocal Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Eriksen
David Eriksen
Producer
Thomas Eriksen
Thomas Eriksen
Producer
John Malisson
John Malisson
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I gave you all you desired
All that you needed, boy, I provided
I let you into my head, into my bed
And that's a privilege
I had your back in the answers
You took the dollars, I took the chances
Defended, battled and fought
'Cause I really thought you loved me
I don't know where to start or where to stop, no
But I know I am done, I've had enough
So fall out of my hands, out of my heart
And when you hit the ground
You'll be sorry that I'm not around
I will watch you while you
Fall out of your mind, out of your fantasy
When you hit the wall, think of me
I'll be on the top just watching you fall
You said that you were the strong one
I was the girl and I was the young one
I kept your feet on the ground
My head in the realms, I had you
You told me you were so grateful
I was with you and I was so faithful
I stood by in all that you said and all that you did
I loved you
I don't know how to act or what to say
But I know I am good, I'll be okay
And you fall out of my hands, out of my heart
And when you hit the ground
You'll be sorry that I'm not around
I will watch you while you
Fall out of your mind, out of your fantasy
When you hit the wall, think of me
I'll be on the top just watching you fall
I'll be on the top just watching you fall
Fall, fall, fall (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Fall, fall, fall
I want you to fall
Fall out of my hands, out of my heart
And when you hit the ground
You'll be sorry that I'm not around
I will watch you while you
Fall out of your mind, out of your fantasy
When you hit the wall, think of me (Think of me, yeah)
I'll be on the top just watching you
Fall out of my hands, out of my heart
And when you hit the ground (Ooh, ooh, yeah)
You'll be sorry that I'm not around
I will watch you while you
Fall out of your mind, out of your fantasy
When you hit the wall, think of me
I'll be on the top just watching you fall
Written by: Andre Lindal, Ina, Ina Wroldsen
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