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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wardell
Wardell
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Theo Spielberg
Theo Spielberg
Songwriter
Sasha Spielberg
Sasha Spielberg
Songwriter

Lyrics

In the wild, I just feel better You're still part of me Wear you like domestic sweater Will you think of me You're tied up in body feeling complete Come over again And sip on my heart I'm already dead So when do we start Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Come over again And sip on my heart Were you just a memory that Gave up on the game You distract me, gasoline and Then you light a flame Can't trust in the opposite Running through the headlights Ball 'till I die (ooh) 'Cause ball is life (ooh) Come over again And sip on my heart I'm already dead So when do we start Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh That's how it feels Come over again And sip on my heart (Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh) Walking a red line (Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh) Running through red lights (Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh) Running on flat tires (Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh) Let's just stay inside Come over again And sip on my heart I'm already dead So when do we start Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh That's how it feels Come over again And sip on my heart I'm already dead So when do we start Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh That's how it feels Come over again Sip on my heart
Writer(s): Sasha Spielberg, Theo Spielberg Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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