Come In Number 21

I keep no money in holes in the country
You were no brother of mine
And I've heard for ages, that you're in the good books
You are no brother of mine
I don't remember the last time I saw you, you were too off at the time
And I'll keep on coming, and you keep on running
The future is nothing, it's mine

Keep it together for now and forever, I know your university
And you and whose army, I can't see it workin'
Your future is nothing, it's mine

I wish I could drive, settle to rewrite
You've found a place in heaven, you're a liar, so go

Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh



Credits
Writer(s): Mark Collins, Martin Blunt, Timothy Burgess, Jon Brookes, Robert James Collins
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