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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bow Anderson
Vocals
Jamie Scott
Background Vocals
Andrew Wells
Programming
Martin Hannah
Programming
Luke Potashnick
Electric Guitar
Nick Squires
Cello
Hannah Bell
Violin
Dominic Moore
Violin
Robert Simmons
Violin
Cindy Foster
Violin
Sebastian Rudnicki
Violin
Virginia Slater
Violin
Fiona Leggat
Viola
Clare Kennington
Viola
Hannah Thomas
Cello
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bow Anderson
Composer
Jamie Scott
Composer
Andrew Wells
String Arranger
Nick Squires
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jamie Scott
Producer
Martin Hannah
Mixing Engineer
Matt Cooke
Assistant Engineer
Will Brown
Assistant Engineer
Jake Cartwright
Assistant Recording Engineer
Stuart Hawkes
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
We got a crazy love
Down baby, up baby, 'til the night is up
But you're a mile away
Can't see me cry, baby, sweet holiday
Come rescue me
I'll tell you, what the world needs now is a brand new me
I wanna fly away, somewhere high, where I know you won't be
Call me crazy, but I really wanna lose your love
Call me crazy, but I really wanna lose your love
Standing at the bus stop wearing your top
You're a king, baby, king, baby, holding onto your love
I should have known when you stopped buying flowers
No point in being a queen if I got no power
Standing in the background, tryna make some sound
Cry, baby, cry, baby, as you pull the car around
I put my hands up to my eyes to hide it
This love's suicide
'Cause my mama told me, be gracious, and outrageous
And never sell your heart to nobody for money, babe
Don't play with matches
You'll get burnt some day, so bad, putting on that red dress
Wish I listened to what mama said
We got a crazy love
Down baby, up baby, 'til the night is up
But you're a mile away
Can't see me cry, baby, sweet holiday
Come rescue me
I'll tell you, what the world needs now is a brand-new me
I wanna fly away
Somewhere high where I know you won't be
Call me crazy, but I really wanna lose your love
Call me crazy, but I really wanna lose your love
Standing at the bus stop wearing your top
You're a king, baby, king, baby, holding onto your love
I should have known when you stopped buying flowers
No point in being a queen if I got no power
Standing in the background, tryna make some sound
Cry, baby, cry, baby, as you pull the car around
I put my hands up to my eyes to hide it
This love's suicide
'Cause my mama told me, be gracious, and outrageous
And never sell your heart to nobody for money, babe
Don't play with matches
You'll get burnt some day, so bad, putting on that red dress
Wish I listened to what mama said
I'm always sweeping up
The mess that you left behind
Boy, I've woken up
I need a holiday
Sweet, sweet sun to dry these tears away
Standing at the bus stop wearing your top
You're a king, baby, king, baby, holding onto your love
I should have known when you stopped buying flowers
No point in being a queen if I got no power
Standing in the background, tryna make some sound
Cry, baby, cry, baby, as you pull the car around
I put my hands up to my eyes to hide it
This love's suicide
'Cause my mama told me, be gracious, and outrageous
And never sell your heart to nobody for money, babe
Don't play with matches
You'll get burnt some day, so bad, putting on that red dress
Wish I listened to what mama said
Writer(s): Jamie Scott, Claire Anderson
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