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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
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beaux
Vocals
Hoost
Hoost
Synthesizer
Tate Tsang
Tate Tsang
Background Vocals
Lyle Burton
Lyle Burton
Drums
Harry Mercer
Harry Mercer
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Beaux South
Beaux South
Composer
Ben Matravers
Ben Matravers
Composer
William Vaughan
William Vaughan
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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beaux
Producer
Hoost
Hoost
Producer
Sam Skinner
Sam Skinner
Mixing Engineer
Robin Schmidt
Robin Schmidt
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Step outside, I'll show you why she is the way she is
I'll barricade my door so that nobody can get in
If I tried, I supposed you'd find that I'm not over things
But I'm home again
In my head
I thought we'd live here forever
I guess not but life's come together
I took her there to share in the memories
It's hard, oh, it's hard to see it again
I used to play out here with my brother
We had water fights to keep cool in summer
And long nights we'd find ghosts to haunt us
So now it's hard, oh, it's hard to see it again
(To see it again)
Oh, he's fast so I'll get to running now
Head start but quickly he's gaining ground
Both arms in hand, got me swinging round
Now I'm swinging, now I'm swinging, now I'm swinging around
Now I'm swinging, now I'm swinging, now I'm swinging around
Now I'm swinging, now I'm swinging, now I'm swinging
Now I'm home again
In my head
I thought we'd live here forever
I guess not but life's come together
I took her there to share in the memories
It's hard, oh, it's hard to see it again
I used to play out here with my brother
We had water fights to keep cool in summer
And long nights we'd find ghosts to haunt us
So now it's hard, oh, it's hard to see it again
(To see it again)
I thought we'd live here forever
I try hard to piece it together
I use tapes to fill in the memories
And I start, oh, I start to feel it again
I used to play out here with my brother
We had water fights to keep cool in summer
And long nights we'd find ghosts to haunt us
So now it's hard, oh, it's hard to see it again
(To see it again)
Promise
Oh, promise
Oh, promise
We'll come and see it
Promise
Oh, promise
Oh, promise
We'll come to see it again
Written by: Beaux South, Ben Matravers, William Vaughan
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