Back to Myself
Christopher John Stracey, Jack Glass, Johan Loewenthal
Thought you were older
Guessed you were ninety-two
Made me feel younger
When I fell for you
My father's homeless
My mother an ideal roof
But I've got my own life problems
And I have all of you
To myself
To myself
Back to myself
To myself
Back to, back to, back to, back to
Back to, back to, back to, back to
Babe, I'm a writer
Addictions a coffee too
I gotta believe in myself
Or I'll be gone on back down
We're solid
Tell me you'll never leave
I'll be a mess myself
Or I'll be gone on back down
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Back to myself (back to, back to, back to, back to)
To myself
To my (my, to my, to my, to my, to my)
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