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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brooke Combe
Brooke Combe
Vocals
Aden Peets
Aden Peets
Drums
Danny Murphy
Danny Murphy
Guitar
Charlie Salt
Charlie Salt
Background Vocals
Natalie Purton
Natalie Purton
Violin
Liz Hanks
Liz Hanks
Cello
Paula Smart
Paula Smart
Violin
Will Chadwick
Will Chadwick
Violin
Josie Wells
Josie Wells
Viola
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brooke Combe
Brooke Combe
Composer
Danny Murphy
Danny Murphy
Composer
Sean O'Hagan
Sean O'Hagan
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
James Skelly
James Skelly
Producer
Chris Taylor
Chris Taylor
Mixing Engineer
Graeme Lynch
Graeme Lynch
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

This town A land of its own Where nothing good ever really goes on Nothing around but faces and frowns I'm glad that I'm out Spice boys thinking he's Everybody's summer dream But he's just a D+ Lads wasting your time Speak to yours, you'll speak to mines Now and then it's all too much I break the rules I'm making Can't stop myself from faking Must be the shit I'm taking Gotta get out of this town This town A land of the free A couple of deals down on every street Something to be said for the people you meet They're stuck in the scene Small time short cuts Running in and out of luck Just another Saturday Lads wasting your time Speak to yours, you speak to mine But it's just a game we play I break the rules I'm making Can't stop myself from faking Must be the shit I'm taking Gotta get out of this town La la la la la la la la I break the rules I'm making Can't stop myself from faking Must be the shit I'm taking Gotta get out of this town Gotta get out of this town Gotta get out of this town La la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la
Writer(s): Brooke Marie Jacqueline Combe, Daniel Stephen Murphy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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