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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Ejecta
Young Ejecta
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leanne Macomber
Leanne Macomber
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joel Ford
Joel Ford
Producer

Lyrics

When you touch me
Every care seems to leave
Sometimes when we speak
Every hair stands up on my body
Gotta get back
You know it's hard waiting so long
Found gray this call
You're begging for it, it all
It all
Don't say sorry, tell the truth
It wouldn't be so hard to do without holes in your story
You're always falling through
Hold me like I held to you
Love me with your heart, love me true
Gold, I want to
Don't say sorry, tell the truth
It wouldn't be so hard to do without holes in your story
You're always falling through
Hold me like I held to you
Love me with your heart, love me true
Gold, I want to
When you touch me
Every care seems to leave
Sometimes when we speak
Every hair stands up on my body
Gold is what I see in your eyes
But what I find in your heart
Taken away with the tide
Gold is what I see in your eyes
But what I find in your heart
Moves to and fro like the tide
Written by: Joel Ford, Leanne Macomber
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