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Jutes
Jutes
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Lutes
Jordan Lutes
Songwriter
Ricky Manning
Ricky Manning
Songwriter
Ori Rose
Ori Rose
Songwriter
Keith Sorrells for The Orphanage
Keith Sorrells for The Orphanage
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Alex Niceforo for The Orphanage
Alex Niceforo for The Orphanage
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Keith Sorrells for The Orphanage
Keith Sorrells for The Orphanage
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Alex Niceforo for The Orphanage
Alex Niceforo for The Orphanage
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Lyrics

Maybe I should move closer to the beach 'Cause the valley full of our memories I can't even go where we used to eat Hard to call it home without all your things Now I do what I want and I kinda hate it And all I do is drive down the interstate 'Cause when I try to sleep I just see your face And the plans we made We picked a name for our daughter Talked about her like she was here Had a dream of me at the alter Could have sworn I saw you there I even almost asked your father But last minute I got scared I thought forever might last longer I could have sworn we'd make it there But now it's fucked beyond repair (oh-whoa), yeah Now it's fucked beyond repair, (oh-whoa), yeah Now it's fucked beyond repair (oh-whoa), yeah Now it's fucked beyond repair (oh-whoa), yeah Now it's fucked beyond repair I deleted your number Wish I didn't know that shit by heart 'Cause if I get any drunker I'll fuck it up and call you from this bar Wanna know are you home touching someone else Should I leave you alone, should we work things out Now who do I tell When I'm not doing too well? It ain't nobody's fault, yeah, we both done wrong And it's making it hard to move on Now who do I call? When I got no one at all We picked a name for our daughter Talked about her like she was here Had a dream of me at the alter Could have sworn I saw you there I even almost asked your father But last minute I got scared I thought forever might last longer I could have sworn we'd make it there But now it's fucked beyond repair (oh-whoa), yeah Now it's fucked beyond repair (oh-whoa), yeah Now it's fucked beyond repair (oh-whoa), yeah Now it's fucked beyond repair (oh-whoa), yeah We picked a name for our daughter Talked about her like she was here Had a dream of me at the alter Could have sworn I saw you there I even almost asked your father But last minute I got scared I thought forever might last longer I could have sworn we'd make it there But now it's fucked beyond repair
Writer(s): Alex Niceforo, Keith Sorrells, Ori Dulitzki, Jordan Lutes, Ricky Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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