Upcoming Concerts for Miranda Easten & Ben King

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Miranda Easten
Miranda Easten
Vocals
Ben King
Ben King
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Miranda Easten
Miranda Easten
Composer
Ben King
Ben King
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ben King
Ben King
Producer

Lyrics

I'm so far from home
Trying to cut through the noise
My hands are unsteady
Under the thought of it all
The days are so long
And I have no one to blame
The weight of the second hand
Cuts through me like a knife
A blood-red broken flame
Everything reminds me of you
Must have been three weeks
Since we closed the door
On the first day break
I couldn't remember who I was fighting for
And it's funny how you
Hid like a snake in the grass
Too busy and proud looking down
To notice that I had it all figured out
Everything reminds me of you
You could start an argument in an empty house
Pull me in breathe me out
I was addicted but you're bad for me
Had my heart had the master key
In your eyes I saw what I wanted to see
Everything reminds me of you
Everything reminds me of you
Everything reminds me of you
Everything reminds me of you
Everything reminds me of you
You could start an argument in an empty house
Pull me in breathe me out
I was addicted, but you're bad for me
Had my heart had the master key
In your eyes I saw what I wanted to see
Everything reminds me of you
Everything reminds me of you
Everything reminds me of you
Everything reminds me of you
Yeah everything reminds me of you
Written by: Ben King, Miranda Easten
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