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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rory Doyle
Rory Doyle
Drums
Jon O'Connell
Jon O'Connell
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stephen Wall
Stephen Wall
Songwriter
Joseph Wall
Joseph Wall
Songwriter
Rory Doyle
Rory Doyle
Songwriter
Jon O'Connell
Jon O'Connell
Songwriter

Lyrics

Cold, cold heart It's what you always say Cold, chrome heart Must've given it away You cut through the air like an ice cold breeze Standing there in your stocking feet Nothing ever sparks Because it's blown away So tuck me in and drag me down Through the streets of this one-horse dirty town Modern life for a lifeless soul Is a wallet full of plastic and a pocket full of holes How long does it take? Could be a thousand days And how's it gonna break? In a thousand ways. There's a road in the back of my mind But it's too dark to recognise Somebody waves And says "come this way" So tuck me in and drag me down Through the streets of this one-horse dirty town Modern life for the lifeless souls Is a wallet full of plastic and a pocket full of holes Follow the stranger to the edge of the town Follow the stranger but don't you make a sound I'm looking for the light, no I'm looking for love I'm looking for a fight, I'm looking to stir things up So tuck me in and drag me down Through the streets of this one-horse dirty town Modern life for the lifeless souls Is a wallet full of plastic and a pocket full of holes What do you do when it comes to this? What'll you do when you're down to the bits? We were only trying to live the dream I was trying to recall a dream
Writer(s): Stephen Patrick Gerrard Wall, Joseph Francis Wall, Jon Arthur O Connell, Rory Doyle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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