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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Cave Singers
The Cave Singers
Performer
Derek Fudesco
Derek Fudesco
Guitar
Marty Lund
Marty Lund
Drums
Peter Quirk
Peter Quirk
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Derek Fudesco
Derek Fudesco
Songwriter
Marty Lund
Marty Lund
Songwriter
Peter Quirk
Peter Quirk
Songwriter

Lyrics

Wake in the morning, we've been talking
About reflections and sitting on a tree
Heard what you said though, moving southward
To apartment by the police
Sun has woken up above and
The beach lies starting at me
Mural of a mountain, stained with beer cans
Honey go there and let me be
Hear them talkin' 'bout me, well
Well I ain't no daughter of thieves, no
I'm just myself
And no one else
Hear them talkin' 'bout me, well
I might date the youngest of three, yeah
But no one cares
The curse has been cured down here, yeah
Down on the curbside, bees and half-light
Screaming "beach house!" from the road
See what you said though, moving southward
To apartment down by the shore
See there are goldmines in these forced drives
While the birds are staring at me
See what you said though, moving southward
To apartment, I better believe
Hear them talkin' 'bout me, well
Well I ain't no daughter of thieves, and
I'm just myself
And no one else
See them talkin' 'bout me, yeah
I might date the youngest of three, but no more
But no one cares
The curse has been cured down here, yeah
Oh, oh love, let's prove them wrong
So time ain't wasted on us
Oh, oh love, let's prove them wrong
See, time ain't wasted on us
No it's not
Written by: Derek Fudesco, Marty Lund, Peter Quirk
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