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Runaway Light
Ian Merrow
Verified Artist
Ian Merrow
Ian Merrow is an alternative singer-songwriter from the misty shores of Brighton, UK, whose music lives quietly but powerfully—exclusively on Filodyo. Blending melancholic guitar textures with intimate, confessional lyrics, Ian crafts songs that feel like late-night thoughts you were never meant to say out loud. His sound walks the line between indie rock and cinematic pop, echoing the raw sensitivity of artists like Jeff Buckley and the atmospheric pull of early Radiohead.
Rather than chasing the mainstream, Ian chose to remain deliberately off-grid. He records in his small seaside flat, using second-hand gear and a notebook full of scribbled lines. For him, imperfection is part of the truth. His debut track "Runaway Light" introduced listeners to a world of quiet emotional urgency, where love, regret, and longing flicker like headlights in the fog.
Ian’s connection to Filodyo wasn’t just a distribution decision—it was an artistic choice. “It’s the only platform that lets me stay invisible and be heard at the same time,” he says. No social media, no interviews, no labels. Just music. And for those who find him, it's like stumbling upon a secret worth keeping.
With each release, Ian continues to prove that volume isn’t necessary to make an impact. His songs don’t shout — they haunt.
Runaway Light
Ian Merrow
You showed up in my life like a summer flame
Lit up the dark but never played the game
We danced through the chaos no plan no map
Just two wild hearts in a midnight trap
You said “Don’t blink the moment might go”
And I felt the sky start to glow
We were runnin’ on runaway light
Faster than the doubts that kept us up at night
Hands out the window dreams in our eyes
Didn’t know where but we knew how to fly
We were burnin’ burnin’ too bright—
On runaway light
Old mixtapes and crooked smiles
We drove in silence for a hundred miles
Your hair in the wind sun on your face
Even the hurt felt like grace
You said “Hold on don’t let it fade”
And I swear the world was remade
We were runnin’ on runaway light
Faster than the doubts that kept us up at night
Hands out the window dreams in our eyes
Didn’t know where but we knew how to fly
We were burnin’ burnin’ too bright—
On runaway light
Now the road is quiet the flame burns low
But I still feel it when the records slow
You’re a spark that never died
Still running in my mind
We were runnin’ on runaway light
Took that leap didn’t care if it was right
Hearts on fire truth in disguise
Felt so alive we didn’t even try
We were burnin’ burnin’ too bright—
On runaway light
CREDITS
Performer: Ian Merrow
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Wired
The Heartbeaters
Verified Artist
The Heartbeaters
Meet the Heartbeaters, an endearingly nonchalant pair treading the pop-smeared pavements of our music scene. They add a sparkling new spin on that familiar pop fizz you just can't help but sip on.
Hailing from Humorsville, USA, the Heartbeaters are two blokes who serve pop tunes home-cooked with southern charm and laden with joy-generating particles. Their infectious melodies, cheekily described as "heart-pop", will likely enter your circulatory system and induce spontaneous toe-tapping, head-bopping, or whatever physical exercise tickles your fancy. Here's a personal favorite - try saying no to a track titled "Wired" without grinning like a Cheshire cat in a yarn warehouse. See? Impossible.
These chaps have a talent for injecting delight into your audio diet. They've got this 'happy virus' so potent that it makes the Grinch seem like your average party bouncer. The Heartbeaters, remember the name. They're the talented two-piece likely to prescribe you a daily dosage of dulcet euphoria and leave you craving for refills. Trust us, their sound is habit-forming.
Wittier than your average stand-up comedian, with tracks more contagious than your common cold, The Heartbeaters are two lads weaving infectious tunes thereby proving that not all heroes wear capes - some might just sport heart-shaped sunglasses and bass guitars.
Wired
The Heartbeaters
City’s alive but it’s running on fumes
Dreams stitched together in rented rooms
Eyes on the prize but the cost is steep
Promises made that we’ll never keep
Hours turn to minutes they slip through our hands
We’re building a kingdom on shifting sands
Caught in the rhythm can’t break away
Tomorrow’s a stranger but we’re here today
We’re wired to the sound of a restless beat
Living for the rush on these crowded streets
Hearts on fire but the glow won’t last
Running from shadows of a fractured past
Neon signs hum like a warning bell
Each broken dream another tale to tell
Feet keep moving though the road’s worn thin
Lost in a race we were born to win
Hours turn to minutes they slip through our hands
We’re building a kingdom on shifting sands
Caught in the rhythm can’t break away
Tomorrow’s a stranger but we’re here today
We’re wired to the sound of a restless beat
Living for the rush on these crowded streets
Hearts on fire but the glow won’t last
Running from shadows of a fractured past
And maybe one day we’ll find the line
Where chaos turns into the divine
But for now we’re the sparks that fly
Burning too fast to question why
We’re wired to the sound of a restless beat
Living for the rush on these crowded streets
Hearts on fire but the glow won’t last
Running from shadows of a fractured past
Fading echoes in the city’s hum
Chasing the pulse of what we’ll become
CREDITS
Performer: The Heartbeaters
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Out Of My Hands
Matt Calde
Out Of My Hands
Matt Calde
I saw your message at a quarter to three
Read it twice then I let it breathe
You said you’re happy you said you’re free
Funny how that still gets to me
I got new friends in the same old town
New white shirt when I’m going out
But every laugh has a little doubt
Like I’m only loud when you’re not around
I don’t wanna call it missing you
I don’t wanna make it true
But I still know what I’d say
If you walked back in today
It’s out of my hands
I try but I can’t
Stop my heart from running back to you
I make other plans
I dance I pretend
But nobody gets me like you used to do
So I smile like I’m good
Like I’m over the crash
Then I hear your name
And I’m right where I am
It’s out of my hands
Out of my hands
I try but I can’t
I changed the places where I spend my nights
Different faces under city lights
But there’s no magic in a glass of wine
When the one I want isn’t by my side
You got a way of staying in my head
Even when there’s nothing left unsaid
I’m moving forward at least I try
But the past got good at wasting time
I don’t wanna call it missing you
I don’t wanna make it true
But I still know what I’d say
If you walked back in today
It’s out of my hands
I try but I can’t
Stop my heart from running back to you
I make other plans
I dance I pretend
But nobody gets me like you used to do
So I smile like I’m good
Like I’m over the crash
Then I hear your name
And I’m right where I am
It’s out of my hands
Out of my hands
I try but I can’t
I don’t need forever
I just need one honest night
Tell me you still feel it
Even if we don’t get it right
It’s out of my hands
I try but I can’t
Stop my heart from running back to you
I make other plans
I dance I pretend
But nobody gets me like you used to do
So I smile like I’m good
Like I’m over the crash
Then I hear your name
And I’m right where I am
It’s out of my hands
Out of my hands
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CREDITS
Performer: Matt Calde
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Small Parts Of A Life
Minor Museum
Verified Artist
Minor Museum
Coming from the city renowned for its artistic heritage and atmospheric canals, Amsterdam's very own dance duo, Minor Museum, is stitching the 'dance' in windswept tulip dances. A peculiar mashup of a coding whizz and an astute accountant, their paths crossed in a city awash with creativity, where they started to craft their celebratory anthems.
These audacious lads prove there's a splash of quirkiness in everyone - even in number-crunching accountants and binary code aficionados. Plug into their latest riff on the dance genre, the vibrant tune 'Small Parts Of A Life', and it can't help but be a day brightener, providing that happy fix faster than a Dutchman can cycle into a headwind.
In the grand tradition of long summer days by the North Sea, their music fosters a joyful dynamism, reminiscent of the old city's vibrancy and hues at twilight. The Minor Museum experience is akin to taking a ride in a rickety Amsterdam canal boat - feel-good bobbing with a dash of exhilaration, minus the water sprays.
Allow the men of Minor Museum to reel you in; after all, what's life without those precious ‘small parts’ tracked through infectious beats? In the end, it's all about adding the grooves between the historical facts and tax returns, isn't it?
Small Parts Of A Life
Minor Museum
Small parts
Small parts
Of a life
I keep them
I lose them
I try
A room
A chair
A photograph there
A train
A face
A wrong suitcase
You said
Be careful
I said
Of what?
The door was open
The clock had stopped
I remember the street
But I don’t remember the name
I remember your coat
But I don’t remember the rain
Little things
Little signs
Little cuts
In the time
I was almost someone
I was almost fine
La-la-life
In small little pieces
La-la-life
It comes and it leaves us
Round and round
I go where the feeling goes
Up and down
Nobody really knows
La-la-life
In small little pieces
I lose myself
Then I repeat it
La-la-life
La-la-life
Small parts
Of a life
Small parts
Small parts
Small parts
Of a life
La-la-life
La-la-life
I repeat it
I repeat it
A call
No sound
A hotel downtown
A shirt
A lie
A very blue sky
You smiled
Too late
I missed my fate
The lift went up
I stayed at eight
I remember the song
But I don’t remember the band
I remember your mouth
But I don’t remember your hand
Little rooms
Little lights
Little debts
Little nights
I was almost happy
I was almost right
La-la-life
In small little pieces
La-la-life
It comes and it leaves us
Round and round
I go where the feeling goes
Up and down
Nobody really knows
La-la-life
In small little pieces
I lose myself
Then I repeat it
La-la-life
La-la-life
Small parts
Of a life
This is not sadness
This is inventory
One ticket
One number
One glass
One morning
This is not memory
This is machinery
I press play
I press stop
I press repeat
La-la-life
La-la-life
Small parts
Small parts
La-la-life
La-la-life
I repeat it
I repeat it
La-la-life
In small little pieces
La-la-life
It comes and it leaves us
Round and round
I go where the feeling goes
Up and down
Nobody really knows
La-la-life
In small little pieces
I lose myself
Then I repeat it
La-la-life
La-la-life
Small parts
Of a life
A room
A chair
A photograph there
Small parts
Small parts
Of a life
CREDITS
Performer: Minor Museum
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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I’m The Lighter
Elira Vayne
Verified Artist
Elira Vayne
With a name synonymous with the hauntingly beautiful waters of Ohrid, North Macedonia, Elira Vayne is your go-to dance diva with a twist. Part French, part Albanian, and 100% maverick, Vayne gives dance music a refreshing Balkan edge.
Born to the lullaby of a mandolin on Ohrid's shores, Elira was raised with the zest of Albania and the charm of France running through her veins. As if algae-ridden waters and sun-lit picnic spots out of posters whispered into her ears, everyone wondered, "Does Ohrid govern the sounds she creates?" And in a quaint voice, she would almost always blush and say, "Mais oui, and a bit of Marseille jazz too."
By the time teenage took over, the rhythm of the mandolin turned to jazz in the pulsating heart of Marseille. There, in a music sklearnamediciabacked alley bistro turned vocal studio, she trained some more in the gallant art of French jazz vocals. Little did she know that her cultural potpourri would give birth to a new music sensation: the vivacious tones of French Electronica blended with raw Balkan folklore.
Never leaving her roots far behind, each album cover of Elira's embroiders a rich tapestry of Balkan texture. In contrast, her songs hum with the vibe of French electronic dance music, mostly with her biggest hit yet, "I'm The Lighter". You can feel the happy energy as potent as the Ohrid sun, making her music a cocktail of infectious melodies under the umbrella contract of Filodyo. And quite frankly, it's this sun-soaked, high spirited party in the Byzantines' backyard that sets Elira Vayne on a league above your usual dance floor DJs.
I’m The Lighter
Elira Vayne
Cracked screen no calls today
Left the charger on the train
They said time would wash it out
But my clock’s been playing games
Can’t decode your morse-like moods
Every tone’s a sharp excuse
I lit fires you never saw
Guess it’s time to cut it loose
Let me breathe without your shadow (ah)
Every step I’m climbing higher (yeah)
Didn’t fold didn’t borrow
I’m the spark I’m the lighter
(wooh ay-ay let it burn)
Calendar full of crossed-out plans
Turned the silence into stance
No parade no grand goodbyes
But I danced inside the crash
Used to bend till I dissolved
Now I sculpt from where I broke
This new world don’t need your laws
I evolve and I revoke
Let me breathe without your shadow (mmm)
Every step I’m climbing higher (uh)
Didn’t fold didn’t borrow
I’m the spark I’m the lighter
(yeah-yeah wooh let it burn)
Ooh-ohh ohh
No more codes to crack
I’m off this map
CREDITS
Performer: Elira Vayne
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Time to Get Loose
Martian Mark
Verified Artist
Martian Mark
Mark Martian is one of the most elusive figures in the music world, and his mysterious persona has left many fans wondering—could he really be from Mars?
Known for using the alias Martian Mark during his collaborations, this enigmatic producer has somehow managed to evade the spotlight completely. No interviews, no photos, no videos—Mark is practically a ghost. Some say it’s part of his brand, while others speculate wildly. Who knows?
Maybe while Elon Musk dreams of building colonies on Mars, Mark’s already here, quietly making beats after hitching a ride from the Red Planet’s first neighborhood.
Despite the secrecy surrounding him, one thing’s clear: Mark’s music speaks volumes. His deep house tracks pulse with interstellar vibes, his pop productions are out-of-this-world catchy, and his funk grooves are, well, otherworldly.
Whether he’s blending cosmic synths with soulful beats or dropping funk-infused rhythms, his style keeps listeners hooked and guessing. You can hear his work across platforms, but his music truly shines on Filodyo, where you might catch the next great Martian anthem—if he doesn’t beam it up first.
Time to Get Loose
Martian Mark
It's been a long week
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
It's been a long week
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Hit the floor
Drop it low
Raise the roof
Lose control
Time to go
Take it slow
Bring it back
Give me more
No need to run
Baby
Don't be scared
The night's still young
We can dance all night
When it gets to be too much
Let the bass kick in
When you're feeling out of touch
Let the bass kick in
It's been a long week
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
It's been a long week
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Find a way
Take a chance
Turn around
Take my hand
We can go
Find a place
Move your body
Pick up the pace
No need to run
Baby
Don't be scared
The night's still young
We can dance all night
When it gets to be too much
Let the bass kick in
When you're feeling out of touch
Let the bass kick in
It's been a long week
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
It's been a long week
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
Time to get loose
CREDITS
Performer: Martian Mark
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Liberate
Sofia Lindqvist
Verified Artist
Sofia Lindqvist
Sofia Lindqvist is a unique musical tour de force born to an engineer father in Slovakia. Raised in the heart of Bratislava, she embodies an enviable fusion of technical brilliance and ebullient creativity.
Growing up, Sofia was the kind of kid who hummed symphonies while dismantling radios—much to her father's chagrin, and her mother's delight. From a young age, she fell under the spell of electronic music, a passion fuelled by her father's meticulous engineering and the city's vibrant music scene. Early whispers say that Sofia was so entranced by the metropolis' sounds she would insist to recreate the rhythm of the city traffic during her piano lessons.
However, it wouldn't be until her tenure as a kindergarten teacher that Sofia really began melding the worlds of sound and circuitry. After realizing that her classroom renditions of 'Old MacDonald' paled in comparison to a foot-stomping techno beat, Sofia decided to combine her love of electronics with her obsession for music. Her electrifying rhythms and harmonic melodies soon saw her swapping out nursery rhymes for nightclubs, becoming the city's beloved "Techno Teacher."
Sofia's song "Liberate", a hypnotic blend of thumping base and riveting electronic sounds, has become the most treasured track in her musical repertoire. It tells a captivating story of liberation, evoking the freedom Sofia found when she ditched the training wheels of traditional music and glided into the world of electronica. Whether she's blasting tunes at Bratislava's liveliest venues or tinkering with a sequencer in the back of her classroom, Sofia Lindqvist continues her symphony of life, one pulsating techno beat at a time.
Liberate
Sofia Lindqvist
Feel the ground as it trembles underfoot
Steps are getting faster now I know I never should
See the tide as it pulls me out to sea
Waves are getting higher but it’s where I wanna be
Liberate
Feel the ground as it trembles underfoot
Steps are getting faster now I know I never should
See the tide as it pulls me out to sea
Waves are getting higher but it’s where I wanna be
Liberate
Liberate
Liberate
Liberate
Liberate
Once you leap there's no turning back
Once you leap there's no turning back
Once you leap there's no turning back
Once you leap there's no turning back
Once you leap there's no turning back
Take the dive
Once you leap there's no turning back
Take the dive
Feel the ground as it trembles underfoot
Steps are getting faster now I know I never should
See the tide as it pulls me out to sea
Waves are getting higher but it’s where I wanna be
Liberate
Liberate
Liberate
CREDITS
Performer: Sofia Lindqvist
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Same Time, Same Pla...
Fiction of Touch
Same Time, Same Place, Different Plane
Fiction of Touch
“Can you hear me?
I’m here… but not”
“I see you
I always do
But I can’t reach
Can’t touch”
“I’m behind the wall you don’t see
Not glass
Not space
Just time
…folded wrong”
"You're breathing
I can feel the rhythm
But it’s not mine anymore”
“They said time was a line
But this feels like a trap
Looped
Between almost
And never”
“I wish we were in the same dimension
Just once
That would’ve been enough”
CREDITS
Performer: Fiction of Touch
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Thread of Stillness
Cyran Flux
Verified Artist
Cyran Flux
Cyran Flux emerges from the vibrant artistic landscape of Berlin, a city known for its eclectic sounds and rich cultural heritage. His music is a delicate blend of dance and pop, characterized by immersive melodies and introspective lyrics. The project took shape during late-night writing sessions where poetic thoughts collided with rhythmic whispers, leading to a unique sound that captures both the pulsating energy of the nightlife and moments of serene reflection. Tracks like “Thread of Stillness” reveal his penchant for weaving intricate narratives through music, where lush string arrangements and gentle male vocals create a tapestry of bittersweet emotions.
In his catalog, Cyran explores themes of stillness amid chaos, often reflecting on the nature of time and presence. His songs resonate deeply with listeners, inviting them to pause and contemplate their own narratives. The cinematic quality of his productions allows each track to unfold like a story, with strings that pull at the heart while beats drive the momentum forward. This contrast is evident in tracks beyond “Thread of Stillness,” where he balances dark undertones with energetic rhythms, crafting an engaging atmosphere that keeps audiences captivated.
As Cyran Flux continues to cultivate his sound, he embraces the transformative power of music as both a personal and collective experience. His work resonates not just as dancefloor anthems but as intimate reflections on life’s complexities. With each release, he invites listeners to join him in exploring the interplay between movement and quietude, bringing forth a sense of connection that transcends the ordinary. As he carves out his path in the indie music scene, Cyran is poised to leave a lasting impact with his evocative storytelling and layered soundscapes.
Thread of Stillness
Cyran Flux
Thread pulled tight
But never tears
Daylight hums
Across my face
The air repeats
But I don’t chase
Hands don't move
But time does
Still I hold
What no one was
I stay still
The world turns
Crowds dissolve
I don't leave
In that pause
I still believe
I stay still
The world turns
I don’t fall
I return
Like strings in air
I hold I hum
CREDITS
Performer: Cyran Flux
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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I’m Breaking Out
Kara Vellin
Verified Artist
Kara Vellin
Getting your dance shoes on yet, you cheeky lot? Well, you better do, coz we're dialling up the groove with the effervescent Kara Vellin! Brimming with more electricity than that dodgy socket in your nan's garden shed, this dazzling diva hails from the pretend glitzy town of Vellinville.
You'll be hard-pushed to find a signpost to Vellinville on Google Maps, but trust us—it's right at the intersection of Powerhouse Avenue and Infectious Tune Terrace. This bustling burg pulses to Kara Vellin's contagiously upbeat rhythms, soundtracking back garden boogies, impromptu kitchen discos and wild dreams of freedom under the glittering disco ball.
"I'm Breaking Out" is Kara's iridescent calling card—close your peepers and watch her shimmy through your cerebrum like a day-glo dynamo. This dance floor princess's tracks are the aural equivalent of cracking open a neon piñata—there's a vibrant shower of happy in every beat. Is it confetti or synths raining down? Who cares, we’re all smiles here!
Throw a dart at a chart of dance music’s multiverse, and you'll hit something that Vellin has jubilantly commandeered for her own playground. So grab your glowsticks, drench yourself in biodegradable glitter and join our neon queen as she lights up the dance floor — Kara Vellin is in the house, and now, so are you.
I’m Breaking Out
Kara Vellin
New shoes clean slate—
Steppin’ out can’t wait
Used to tiptoe used to fade
Your spotlight made my colors grey
Now I’m bright and walking bold
No more playing stories told
No need to whisper down my shine
I dance louder every time
This is mine (uh) all this light (yeah)
Took it back now I feel right (so right)
No more small no more doubt
Watch me spin I’m breaking out (woo!)
Head high beat flows—
That shadow? Gone like echoes
Didn’t ask but I was framed
Fit your mold but I won’t stay
Mirror cracked and I walked through
Now I’m framed in something true
Used to dim to let you rise
Now I glow in open skies
This is mine (mine) all this light (light)
Took it back now I feel right (feel right)
No more small no more doubt
Watch me spin I’m breaking out (uh-huh!)
Step for step I own this beat—
I’m the one you can’t delete
Hands up breath full
I’m not hiding I’m in control
Every move every beat—
Feels like I’m finally complete
CREDITS
Performer: Kara Vellin
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Butterflies
Maelith
Verified Artist
Maelith
If sugar, spice, and a foot-tapping bass were a person, they'd invariably shape-shift into Maelith. The indie dance sensation hails from the mythical city of her namesake – a place as enigmatic, vibrant, and pulsating as her music.
Coming from a realm where the sunrise paints the sky in a symphony of techno hues, Maelith's city of origin is as enigmatic and infectious as her tunes and just as impossible to tune out. It only makes sense then, that her celebratory dance beats make even the grumpiest of granddads do a head bob or two.
Her notable track "Butterflies" will make a surprising entrance, landing in your heart with the grace and charm of a thousand of the colourful creatures, evoking smiles usually reserved for sunbeams and unexpected tax refunds. It's like eating candy in a club - tooth-achingly sweet, and deliciously intoxicating.
Maelith's music isn't just happy—it's a spontaneous euphoria packed into dance beats. Each track, a flawless mesh of elevating melodies sure to paint a bright, neon smile on your face. It never rains in Maelith's city. So, grab an umbrella because you're about to get showered with joy bombs!
Butterflies
Maelith
Driving to your place
With that first date feel
I can barely wait
Got a full tank
'cause I know I'll stay
For hours
I know you will
Do you have
Do you have
Do you have butterflies?
'Cause I do
'Cause I do
'Cause I do
You're the one I like
And you're not even tryin'
I still have butterflies
The way you look at me
Is making me crazy
You're making me
You're making me
'Cause I've been on my own
For far too long
I haven't been shown
And you've been far away
From me
So let's be alone
Together
Do you have
Do you have
Do you have butterflies?
'Cause I do
'Cause I do
'Cause I do
You're the one I like
And you're not even tryin'
I still have butterflies
The way you look at me
Is making me crazy
You're making me
You're making me
I can't explain the way you make me feel
There's no way
There's no way
There's no way
This isn't real
Do you have
Do you have
Do you have butterflies?
'Cause I do
'Cause I do
'Cause I do
You're the one I like
And you're not even tryin'
I still have butterflies
The way you look at me
Is making me crazy
You're making me
You're making me
You're making me
You're making me
You're making me
You're making me
CREDITS
Performer: Maelith
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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