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• Artiste: Isla Noon
• Titre: I Need To Go Home
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Thought if I took myself out Danced under the lights with somebody I could remind myself of a time I used to believe my life started new every night Play that part, couldn’t be too hard I’ve done it before But I see a glistening line of spilled red wine like a runway to the door I think I need to go home Everything is upside down tonight Everything I wanted feels wrong I hear what they’re playing It’s a bad imitation of a love song I could stay but I need to go home Somebody call me a car, I don’t belong Somebody call me a car, oh Just like what they’re playing It’s a bad imitation of a love song I could stay but I need to go home Am I the only one here Who feels like they’ve woken to a bad dream? Seems like everybody has found El Dorado but this golden city was hollow and I got so lost Played that part, couldn’t be too hard I’ve done it before But I see a glistening line of spilled red wine like a runway to the door I think I need to go home Everything is upside down tonight Everything I wanted feels wrong I hear what they’re playing It’s a bad imitation of a love song I could stay but I need to go home Somebody call me a car, I don’t belong Somebody call me a car, oh Just like what they’re playing It’s a bad imitation of a love song I could stay but I need to go home I need to go home I need to go home I need to go home I need to go home I could stay but I need to go Cause the disco ball just blinds me And the girl dancing behind me is starting to cry into her drink Man, what did I think I’d find here? This light, this sensation, it’s a bad imitation This night, my creation, it’s a bad imitation Just like what they’re playing it’s a bad imitation of a past life I could stay but I need to go home Everything is upside down tonight Everything I wanted feels wrong I hear what they’re playing It’s a bad imitation of a love song I could stay but I need to go home Somebody call me a car, I don’t belong Somebody call me a car, oh Just like what they’re playing It’s a bad imitation of a love song I could stay but I need to go home