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Closest Thing - Madeline The Person (Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Madeline The Person
Madeline The Person
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Victoria Alkin
Victoria Alkin
Composer
Louice Leveau
Louice Leveau
Composer
Madeline Holste
Madeline Holste
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Husky & Pug
Husky & Pug
Co-Producer
Petro A.P.
Petro A.P.
Co-Producer

Lyrics

We locked ourselves inside my trunk
No keys, that's really just our luck
Proved what I sensed was true
I'd gladly go to hell with you
We both got boyfriends in the spring
So double dates was just our thing
But what a lame excuse
Just spend even more time with you
Don't know what we're waiting for
Now that we have our settled scores
Ah-ah-ah-ah-aah (Ah-ah-ah-ah-aah)
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-aah
When I drove myself home
From your place
I screamed into my windshield
It's the closest thing I have to God
When I talk myself down
I remember those words that you gave me
They're the closest thing I have to love
We disappear in our own worlds
Soon they’ll be looking for two girls
It's not sustainable
Can't go missing anymore
If only we could live in space
Where time don't matter anyway
We grow our mushroom house
You'd be my forever spouse
Maybe we just don't belong
But God, I really hope I'm wrong
Ah-ah-ah-ah-aah (Ah-ah-ah-ah-aah)
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-aah
When I drove myself home
From your place
I screamed into my windshield
It's the closest thing I have to God
When I talk myself down
I remember those words that you gave me
They're the closest thing I have to love
When we fall asleep
Under the moon
In our garden of eden
You're the closest thing I have to God
When I look at your face
In the sun
There is just no denying
You're the closest thing I have to love
Don't know where we're looking for
Now that we have our settled scores
Ah-ah-ah-ah-aah (Ah-ah-ah-ah-aah)
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-aah
Maybe we just don't belong
But God, I really hope I'm wrong
Ah-ah-ah-ah-aah (Ah-ah-ah-ah-aah)
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-aah
When I drove myself home
From your place
I screamed into my windshield
It's the closest thing I have to God
When I talk myself down
I remember those words that you gave me
They're the closest thing I have to love
They pretend, pillow-forts
Chocolate milk, wear my clothes
Sleep at your place
You're the closest thing I have
Written by: Louice Leveau, Madeline Holste, Victoria Alkin
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