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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Desousa
Brian Desousa
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Desousa
Brian Desousa
Producer

Lyrics

Grass on the floor, flowers out the vase
I'll be out the door if you want it that way
I'm going
I'll be your
Faraway bodyguard, your ride somewhere
Call up my phone, soon as you want something
And I'll be there, to answer my self-crowned queen
The one who killed the king
A selfish life, whatever the price, I'd stay the night
She sings a melody, it goes like
La-la, la-la-la
La-la, la-la-la
La-la, la-la-la
La-la, la-la-la
And though I wanna sing back
Us won't be the same as it was
We've both grown since, I hope for the better
And though you changed my world
I look back on these words with regret
It's dust in the wind
People sing in a phrase
When they ain't really got much to say
I been working all day, another love song made
We're out of time, well that's okay
I'll pay the fine, and I'll rob the bank
It's all ours to take, bossa novacane
She sings a melody, it goes like
La-la, la-la-la
La-la, la-la-la
La-la, la-la-la
La-la, la-la-la
Had me on the floor, picking up the pieces
My friends all know you as my favorite secret
I know it's been a while, if I kiss you that'd be wild
But I can't help feeling
Like I'm missing something now
When this chick goes out of town
(When the princess puts down her crown)
Do you get it?
Do you get it?
Written by: Brian Desousa
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