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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Bits in Pockets
Bits in Pockets
Künstler:in
Tibet Anit Ahunbay
Tibet Anit Ahunbay
Schlagzeug
Emre Samim Arduman
Emre Samim Arduman
Leadgesang
Ata Tuna
Ata Tuna
E-Bassgitarre
Derin Donmez
Derin Donmez
E-Gitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Tibet Anit Ahunbay
Tibet Anit Ahunbay
Songwriter:in
Emre Samim Arduman
Emre Samim Arduman
Songwriter:in
Ata Tuna
Ata Tuna
Songwriter:in
Derin Donmez
Derin Donmez
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Bits in Pockets
Bits in Pockets
Produzent:in

Lyrics

Head of the city
Waiting for a drink
Waiting for the time
Sitting next to me
Straight whisky
Won't listen to the words
Before you try to make it a curse
Then a hand starts revolving around her neck
Sitting to her right just when I sit on the left
I'm slurring all my words so she kisses goodbye
But the pub is closing soon and I'll be smoking outside
Then she says: "He went home tonight, so do you want me to stay"
And I say: "Even though you tried to make sense you won't be fooling again"
I thought of all the things I could've said
All the words failed in her head
Sitting in a cab and watch her start a fight
While I gotta swallow my pride
Now I'm just feeling like an episode of a show you tried to watch but never kept it on
Maybe I just got to hurry home and I'm slowly walking through with compassion
She's never gonna stop, a hidden cop
She'll find another man through her lashes
She's never gonna stop, kids will never grow
Surely lost my pride so I'll take it home
I thought of all the things I could've said
All the words failed in her head
Sitting in a cab and watch her start a fight
While I gotta swallow my pride
Crawling on a road I shouldn't pave
Nonetheless, still risked a grave
Something deep inside me might have led me here
She didn't even know my name
So I'm waking from a dream, into my self-esteem
If she saw the theme, she would've collapsed
And my head is stepping back as the past is still intact
Barely had some sleep now I'm covered in sweat
But I don't want to carry on sitting home and wondering if I'll let it go
Halfway through an episode don't pick your phone and think alone in circles
Coz I don't want to carry on sitting home and wondering if I'll let it go
Halfway through an episode don't pick your phone and think alone like this
Written by: Ata Tuna, Derin Donmez, Emre Samim Arduman, Tibet Anit Ahunbay
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