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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sam Fender
Vocals
Thom Lewis
Programming
Drew Michael
Drums
Dean Thompson
Guitar
Joe Atkinson
Synthesizer
Mark Broughton
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sam Fender
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Thom Lewis
Producer
Mark Broughton
Engineer
Claude Vause
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer
Steve Fallone
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Can't see through my letterbox for piles of letters
And I can't get out my door
The bailiffs come, but I don't care 'bout that
And everybody's asking me tonight
Everybody's asking me if I'm alright
But I don't have the guts to say it
Is it really her and him?
Do you think that they are doin' it?
I'm lyin' in my empty bed
Pretending that you're dead
I read the news from everybody's lips
I saw you on the walkway with his hands on your hips
And I called it out and said, "With my best friend?"
You said, "You should probably leave"
Tonight, everybody's asking me if I'm alright
And I don't have the words to say
Is it really her and him?
Do you think that they are doin' it?
I'm lyin' in my empty bed
Pretending that you're dead
Is it really her and him?
Do you think that they are doin' it?
I'm lyin' in my empty bed
Pretending that you're dead
Everybody's asking me if I'm alright
Everybody's asking me if I'm alright
I'm not alright
Writer(s): Sam Fender
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