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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Richy Mitch & The Coal Miners
Richy Mitch & The Coal Miners
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Mitchell Cutts
Mitchell Cutts
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Nicolas Haughn
Nicolas Haughn
Produzent:in

Songteksten

One, two, three
Radio shows, cold red Caminos under peach line skies
You ran your hand through my hair
I thought I might've saw a light sittin' in your eyes
This highway will still be here in the morning
And my dear, it's gettin' colder and darker outside
So let me ask you this
Solitude, sweetheart, will you take me
Home tonight and let me be your man?
Soundin' the buzzer if the reel's too cluttered
Grab my wallet and we'll make a new plan
But this valley gets bigger than the world
When the cars fade into expanse
Or the stars take over in the fleeting glare
Of eyes and movin' all through the plans
So let me ask you this
Have you got somethin' to say, you wanna say it?
Or you got somethin' to do, you wanna do it?
And if you got a chance in your hands, you won't take it
If you got somethin' to prove, you won't prove it
Shake hands, get on with it
Truth or consequence
If you got somethin' to say, then say it
If you got somethin' to do, then do it
If you got a chance in your hands, then take it
If you got somethin' to prove, then you prove it
If you got somethin' you need, stop waitin'
If you got somewhere to go, get movin'
If you got someone to be, stop fakin'
If you got anything to do, better just get on with it
Truth or consequence
Written by: Mitchell Cutts
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