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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Luke Joyce
Luke Joyce
Songwriter
Łukasz Pietraszewski
Łukasz Pietraszewski
Songwriter
Russel Francis
Russel Francis
Songwriter

Lyrics

I've been trying to lose myself in this drink
I've been picking the holes around my eyes
I've got nothing to lose, I'm a waste, I'm a freak
I've been battered and bruised, it's ok, I'm not fine
But I'm not going out like this
I'm not going down like this
I'm not fucking around
With my feet off the ground
Hey mumma look at me now
I'm not going down like this
Keep me fucking confused, abused and alone
I'm my sadness I bathe, it's the place I call home
Make a fool of myself, so I never fit in
If being sad and debased was a race, I would win
But I'm not going out like this
I'm not going down like this
I'm not fucking around
With my feet off the ground
Hey mumma look at me now
I'm not going down like this
But I'm not going out like this
I'm not going down like this
I'm not fucking around
With my feet off the ground
Hey mumma look at me now
I'm not going down like this
Written by: Luke Joyce, Russel Francis, Łukasz Pietraszewski
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