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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Lottery Winners
The Lottery Winners
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Thom Rylance
Thom Rylance
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tristan Ivemy
Tristan Ivemy
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
What's next?
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
I wanna be in your headlock
I wanna breathe your air
I wanna be on your nighttime TV
Keep you company when you're scared
But if you take away the laughter track
It's never very funny
Blue jeans, ripped knees
Straight into your head like the smell of nicotine
Daydream, ice cream
Ridin' on a wave, I'm a mayday zombie
There's nothing I won't do
To be next to you
I wanna live in the pocket of every pair of jeans you wear
I wanna sleep on your bedside table to wake up with you there
But you were never good in the morning
And honey, no, neither was I
Blue jeans, ripped knees
Straight into your head like the smell of nicotine
Daydream, ice cream
Ridin' on a wave, I'm a mayday zombie
There's nothing I won't do
To be next to you
Yo
I'll go anywhere you want me to
Like a puppy dog, I'll follow you
Be my medicine, I'll swallow you
I'll go anywhere you want me to
How low will I go?
How low will I go?
I just wanna, I just wanna
Ride on a wave, I'm a mayday zombie
Ride on a wave, I'm a mayday zombie
Written by: Thom Rylance
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