Jade Bird - Going Gone Lyrics
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Going Gone
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What Are The Lyrics For Going Gone By Jade Bird?
You got an addiction, unrealistic mission
Cigarettes and alcohol, you've lost yourself Telling the same stories, you did all it last week The bar is closed, darling, please put that bottle down One, two, three, four Come on babe, there's the door Five, six, seven, eight I'm your girlfriend, not your maid Seven, eight, nine, ten If you go down, you won't get up again Four, three, two, one He's going, going gone Sorry, Mr Einstein, it's already past your bedtime Back to begin talking, get over yourself Sure you would go very far if you even had a car But I hate to inform you're still living in your mother's hell One, two, three, four Come on babe, there's the door Five, six, seven, eight I'm your girlfriend, not your maid Seven, eight, nine, ten If you go down, you won't get up again Four, three, two, one He's going, going gone He's going, going gone Someone gonna taxi you, you're sick in the back seat Everybody's tryna calm you down Tell me what you'd do if I wasn't with you And there was nobody else around Someone gonna taxi you, you were sick in the back seat Everybody's tryna calm you down Tell me what you'd do if I wasn't with you And there was nobody else around One, two, three, four Come on babe, there's the door Five, six, seven, eight I'm your girlfriend, not your maid Seven, eight, nine, ten If you go down, you won't get up again Four, three, two, one He's going, going gone He's going, going gone He's going, going gone He's going, going gone |
Who Wrote Going Gone By Jade Bird?
Jade Elizabeth Bird
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