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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Red Rum Club
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
NEIL IAN LAWSON
Composer
Simon Hepworth
Songwriter
Joe Corby
Songwriter
Thomas Williams
Composer
Michael Stephen McDermott
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Taylor
Producer
Lyrics
Fortune hit the post when I needed it the most
I can't get ahead with the clouds above my head
The day my stars align will be the day long after mine
Pocket full of dreams slipped into the sea
So I'm taking my grief, exchanging it for greed
To get away, I can't wait for the summer
Ready or not, find a sweet escape, 'cause, that's what we need
Maybe you'll find us in aviators on a sandy beach
Maybe tonight we could stay up late 'cause, there's nowhere to be
That breath of breeze, that Co2 on you
Sweet degrees
February's cold, put my hopes on hold
I just can't catch a break, 'causе every step I takе I stumble
Taking my grief, exchanging it for greed
To get away, I can't wait for the summer
Ready or not, find a sweet escape, 'cause, that's what we need
Maybe you'll find us in aviators on a sandy beach
Maybe tonight we could stay up late 'cause, there's nowhere to be
That breath of breeze, that Co2 on you
Sweet degrees
Ready or not, find a sweet escape, 'cause, that's what we need
Maybe you'll find us in aviators on a sandy beach
Maybe tonight we could stay up late 'cause, there's nowhere to be
That breath of breeze, that Co2 on you
Sweet degrees
Sweet degrees
Writer(s): Simon Dale Hepworth, Thomas Williams, Neil Ian Lawson, Michael Stephen Mcdermott, Joe Alban Corby, Francis James Doran
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