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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
London Grammar
London Grammar
Performer
Hannah Reid
Hannah Reid
Vocals
Daniel Rothman
Daniel Rothman
Guitar
Dot Major
Dot Major
Drums
Vula Malinga
Vula Malinga
Background Vocals
Sharlene Hector
Sharlene Hector
Background Vocals
Mike Hough
Mike Hough
Background Vocals
Brendan Reilly
Brendan Reilly
Background Vocals
Phebe Edwards
Phebe Edwards
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hannah Reid
Hannah Reid
Composer
Daniel Rothman
Daniel Rothman
Composer
Dominic Major
Dominic Major
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
London Grammar
London Grammar
Producer
Matt Wiggins
Matt Wiggins
Engineer
Tom Elmhirst
Tom Elmhirst
Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Matthew Scatchell
Matthew Scatchell
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Oh, I wish I was your favourite
Your creator is the all seeing alpha
The dogs who love the drama mama
She's in the kitchen, best believe it
That she's cooking up a real storm for ya
Traditional mixture
[Verse 2]
Everybody's got their own idea of right and wrong with arms wide open
Everybody's got their own idea of right and wrong the ones who get broken
[Verse 3]
I worry that one day you'll go missing
And who will notice when you're gone
I better call your father from afar
And break the news that you have vanished
Like a star
[Verse 4]
On account of your behaviour as a saviour
You're a real life giver, the one who pays a fiver
Lines are in the kitchen, a real mister with that jacket on
The girls all coking, the ones you've been provoking
[Verse 5]
Everybody's got their own idea of right and wrong with arms wide open
Everybody's got their own idea of right and wrong the ones who get broken
[Verse 6]
I worry that one day you'll go missing
And who will notice when you're gone
I better call your father from afar
And break the news that you have vanished
Like a star
[Verse 7]
(Everybody's got their own idea of right and wrong with arms wide open)
[Verse 8]
I'd love to see you happy again
With a love beside you, a house full of friends
But we are what we are, this life has no end
And we're breaking apart, it's a long road ahead
[Verse 9]
I worry that one day you'll go missing
And who will notice when you're gone
I better call your father from afar
And break the news that you have vanished
Like a star
Written by: Daniel Rothman, Dominic Major, Hannah Reid
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