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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Anthony Truckle
Anthony Truckle
Bass
The Champs
The Champs
Performer
Rupert Brown
Rupert Brown
Drums
James Thorpe
James Thorpe
Synthesizer
David Champion
David Champion
Vocals
Michael Champion
Michael Champion
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Champion
David Champion
Composer
Michael Champion
Michael Champion
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Christian Wright
Christian Wright
Recording Engineer
David Granshaw
David Granshaw
Producer
James Thorpe
James Thorpe
Producer
David Champion
David Champion
Producer
Michael Champion
Michael Champion
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Baby was a runner back on Swiss TV
Rolled like the river ran in front of me
Burned a little bright for the jubilee
Took me upstairs and definitely
[PreChorus]
She said, "Baby, won't you tell me your story?
Tell me another sweet lie"
[Chorus]
This star has already been burned
For a minute there, I was all alone
Starlight is easily returned
To the middle of all I've ever known
For a minute there, I was all alone
Put the gun down, punch the telephone
Party's over, man, now your cover's blown
[Verse 2]
Molly pushes harder than the iron sea
Caitlin has a little place inside of me
Burned a little bright on the jubilee
Now she's falling hard for your thirty-three
[PreChorus]
She said, "Baby won't you give it up for me?
We could have a little more time"
[Chorus]
This star has already been burned
For a minute there, I was all alone
Starlight is easily returned
To the middle of all I've ever known
For a minute there, I was all alone
Put the gun down, punch the telephone
Party's over, man, now your cover's blown
[Bridge]
You're swimming in the red sun
This place is fucking with your head, son
These days, you're looking kinda dead, son
This time, she's putting you to bed, son
[Instrumental]
This star has already been burned
For a minute there, I was all alone
Starlight is easily returned
To the middle of all I've ever known
For a minute there, I was all alone
Put the gun down, punch the telephone
Party's over, man, now your cover's blown
[Outro]
You're swimming in the red sun
This place is fucking with your head, son
These days, you're looking kinda dead, son
This time, she's putting you to bed, son
Written by: David Champion, Michael Champion
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