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Algo Rhthym
Mark Martian
Verified Artist
Mark Martian
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.
CREDITS
Performer: Mark Martian
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Little White Lie
Megan Clare
Verified Artist
Megan Clare
Megan Clare is a fictional soul-pop singer-songwriter drawn to the quiet moments when people say one thing and feel another. Her warm, close-miked vocals sit over restrained drums, soft keys and melodies that leave room for every uneasy pause. She writes about adult relationships with tenderness, dry humor and an eye for the small domestic details that reveal a larger truth.
Her song “Little White Lie” captures a couple lingering at the edge of a breakup, both polishing the moment until it almost looks painless. Kitchen floors, coats by the door and practiced smiles become part of a bittersweet dance between denial and honesty. Megan’s performance keeps the song graceful without hiding its bruise.
Across her work, Megan favors emotional clarity over spectacle. Her songs feel like late-night conversations: intimate, melodic and quietly direct, made for listeners who know that heartbreak rarely arrives with a slammed door.
Little White Lie
Megan Clare
Mm-mm
Ha ha
Little white lie
Little white lie
You said you were leaving
But you stayed by the door
Counting all the reasons
On the kitchen floor
I had my coat on
You had that face
Both of us pretending
This was not the place
Oh we make it pretty
Then we make it hurt
Say it like a joke
When we know it works
You call me darling
Like it saves the night
I say I’m fine
That’s my little white lie
I dance when I’m breaking
Smile when I cry
Move like I mean it
Under soft blue sky
You say you’re sorry
I say that’s alright
We both look good
In a little white lie
Little white lie
Little white lie
We both look good
In a little white lie
Your hand on the table
Mine on the glass
Funny how forever
Can disappear so fast
No heavy drama
No slammed front door
Just a quiet rhythm
Where we wanted more
Oh we make it pretty
Then we make it hurt
Say it like a joke
When we know it works
You call me darling
Like it saves the night
I say I’m fine
That’s my little white lie
I dance when I’m breaking
Smile when I cry
Move like I mean it
Under soft blue sky
You say you’re sorry
I say that’s alright
We both look good
In a little white lie
Little white lie
Little white lie
We both look good
In a little white lie
No big goodbye
No final scene
Just you and me
Acting clean
Ha
Isn’t it sweet?
Ha
Isn’t it sad?
I dance when I’m breaking
Smile when I cry
Move like I mean it
Under soft blue sky
You say you’re sorry
I say that’s alright
We both look good
In a little white lie
Little white lie
Little white lie
We both look good
In a little white lie
Little white lie
Little white lie
I say I’m fine
That’s my little white lie
CREDITS
Performer: Megan Clare
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Shine It Up
Freya Dove
Verified Artist
Freya Dove
Freya Dove is a vibrant force emerging from the intimate college-town music scene of Kingston, where late-night shows at The Echo Lounge and spirited discussions on the student radio station, KSR, cultivated her artistic sensibilities. With a rich blend of Dance, EDM, and Pop, her sound reflects the energy and hopefulness that often fills her lyrics. Freya's journey took a pivotal turn when a live recording from The Echo Lounge in 2025 found its way online, quickly resonating with listeners beyond her local community and propelling her into the wider musical landscape.
Her latest track, "Shine It Up," encapsulates her signature playful and uplifting style, drawing from the essence of waking up with inspiration and embracing the spark of creativity. Each note dances alongside vibrant beats, showcasing her mixed vocal identity that bridges the gap between genres. Drawing on experiences from those lively college nights, Freya's music finds a home in both intimate gatherings and larger festivals alike, inviting everyone to join her in celebrating life's joyful moments.
As Freya continues to develop her catalog with heartfelt tracks that captivate like "Shine It Up," she cultivates a dedicated following eager for more. With her base now in London, she is poised to expand her horizons further through upcoming tours and collaborations. Freya Dove is not just an artist; she's a storyteller reflecting the essence of youth and optimism in every beat.
Shine It Up
Freya Dove
Woke up with a little spark
CREDITS
Performer: Freya Dove
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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All Eyes On Me
Atrayo
All Eyes On Me
Atrayo
Walked in slow
Like I planned the night
No need to ask
The room turned right
Every step’s a signal flare
Every look says “Don’t you dare”
I don’t beg I don’t plead
I don’t follow — I lead
You feel the shift when I breathe in
Lights don’t flash — I make them dim
All eyes on me
Like the beat can see
Every move I make
Every stare I break
No need to speak
No need to flee
If you feel that heat
Then all eyes — on me
Didn’t come for love came for impact
High heels loud like a click-clack
Talk sweet — nah I don’t chit-chat
Say my name once then I dispatch
Pulse in the floor that’s me movin’
You stand still while I keep provin’
I don’t chase fame I outgrew it
Mirror on me? I outdo it
One shot — no blink no panic
Rhythm in blood I don’t need magic
All eyes here — it’s cinematic
Cool on fire — it’s automatic
I don’t chase I redefine
Set the pace rewrite the line
No script just instinct
And I don’t blink
I walk slow but I land hard
Wrote the map tore up the chart
All eyes on me
Like the beat can see
Every move I make
Every stare I break
No need to speak
No need to flee
If you feel that heat
Then all eyes — on me
You came for music
But you stayed for the fire
Now you’re caught
In the line of desire
All eyes on me
Nowhere else to be
Every move I make
Every stare I break
No need to speak
Just let it be
If you're here for heat
Then all eyes — on me
CREDITS
Performer: Atrayo
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Bad Dreams
Miles Thorne
Verified Artist
Miles Thorne
Hailing from a quiet town in upstate New York, Miles Thorne is a soul artist with a voice that feels like a warm embrace on a cold night. Growing up in a family of classical musicians, Miles discovered his passion for storytelling through song at an early age. His sound blends the raw emotion of old-school soul with modern, minimalist production, creating a style that is both timeless and fresh.
Miles' debut single, "Bad Dreams," released under Filodyo Records, is a hauntingly beautiful ballad that explores the struggle of confronting inner fears while seeking redemption. With its poignant lyrics and his signature smooth, raspy vocal tone, the track quickly garnered attention, earning spots on several editorial playlists and praise from indie and soul music critics alike.
Drawing inspiration from legends like Bill Withers and James Blake, Miles crafts music that feels deeply personal, yet universally relatable. When he's not in the studio, you can find him performing in intimate venues across New York City, his magnetic stage presence captivating audiences night after night.
As he prepares for the release of his debut EP, Miles Thorne is undoubtedly carving out a space for himself as one of the most compelling new voices in the soul genre.
Bad Dreams
Miles Thorne
I wake to the hum of a restless moon
Curtains swaying like ghosts in the room
The walls are painted with shadows that creep
Whispering truths that I’d rather not keep
The clock’s stuck ticking in a crooked rhyme
And the air feels heavy thick with time
I try to shake the echoes but they pull me in
A carousel of faces where the dark begins
Bad dreams they’re crawling through my mind (oh no oh no)
Stealing the stillness I can’t seem to find (yeah yeah)
Bad dreams they’re tangled in my head (can’t escape it now)
Chasing the silence but it’s gone instead (it’s gone it’s gone)
Steps in the hallway but the floorboards don’t creak
A distant murmur but no one speaks
The mirror’s reflection isn’t quite my own
A fractured version I’ve never known
I turn the light on but it cuts too thin
The shadows grow deeper they’re pulling me in
I try to find the exit but the walls just bend
A labyrinth of longing with no end
Bad dreams they’re crawling through my mind (can’t get out can’t get out)
Stealing the stillness I can’t seem to find (oh I’m losing it now)
Bad dreams they’re tangled in my head (no way out no way out)
Chasing the silence but it’s gone instead (it’s gone it’s gone)
Lost in the haze where the night unfolds
Every corner hides a story untold
Fingers reach but they slip like smoke
And the weight of the dark wraps around my throat
If I could wake up would the room stay still?
Would the morning sun break this bitter chill?
But the curtains fall in the same slow dance
Caught in a fever I can’t outlast
Bad dreams they’re crawling through my mind (oh don’t let me go)
Stealing the stillness I can’t seem to find (somebody help me now)
Bad dreams they’re tangled in my head (no way out no way out)
Chasing the silence but it’s gone instead (it’s gone it’s gone)
CREDITS
Performer: Miles Thorne
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Runnin' Wild
The Syrphids
Verified Artist
The Syrphids
The Syrphids’ journey began in the vibrant streets of Birmingham, where their distinct sound emerged from a collision of personal influences and bold experimentation.
Each member brings a unique flavor to the band's overall dynamic—blending raw, emotive vocals with intricate guitar riffs, rhythmic basslines, and atmospheric synth layers. Their music strikes a balance between the unpredictability of alternative rock and the infectious melodies of indie pop, creating an eclectic sound that is both challenging and accessible.
What sets The Syrphids apart is their ability to navigate complex emotional themes, delivering lyrics that resonate deeply while still maintaining an undeniably catchy, crowd-pleasing vibe.
Their live performances are a spectacle of energy and emotion, where their chemistry as a band shines brightest. The Syrphids have a knack for turning intimate venues into electrifying spaces, with each song building on the momentum of the last.
Their setlists are carefully curated to take listeners on a journey—whether it's through soulful ballads that tug at heartstrings or high-octane anthems that ignite the crowd. This ability to command the stage has earned them a growing fanbase, not just in Birmingham but across the UK, with audiences captivated by their authenticity and musical craftsmanship.
As The Syrphids look toward the future, their ambitions are clear: to continue evolving their sound while staying true to the experimental roots that first brought them together. With several EPs already under their belt and plans for a full-length album on the horizon, the band is poised to break through to even broader audiences.
Their commitment to innovation, coupled with their undeniable talent, ensures that The Syrphids will continue to be a force in the indie music scene, challenging conventions and capturing the hearts of listeners around the world.
Runnin' Wild
The Syrphids
The swing creaks in the yard long since rusted down
We raced the wind 'til the sun hit the ground
The world was small but it felt so wide
Every secret path we would try to hide
Those days they fade but linger still
Like echoes soft behind the hill
We were runnin' wild barefoot in the rain
No thought of tomorrow no sense of the pain
Laughter in the distance calling our names
Time moved slow but it slipped away
The treehouse crumbled the paint peeled thin
But we climbed it high just to feel the wind
We told ourselves we’d never leave
But dreams grow up just like the trees
Those days they fade but linger still
Like echoes soft behind the hill
We were runnin' wild barefoot in the rain
No thought of tomorrow no sense of the pain
Laughter in the distance calling our names
Time moved slow but it slipped away
The road ahead is paved with change
But those roots they still remain
The swing creaks in the yard but we’ve moved on
Still hear the laughter though the days are gone
CREDITS
Performer: The Syrphids
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Tell Me (ft Ali M)
Toni Royale
Verified Artist
Toni Royale
Toni Royale, aka "The Crown Jewel of Arkansas," is an artist who has gracefully stretched across genres, maintaining just enough mystery to keep us hooked. Born and bred in the land of deep-fried chicken and endless cornfields, her musical journey began beside the grand piano in her grandmother's parlor, a sanctuary of nostalgia and creativity that royally embarked her on the road to stardom. From plucking smoky blues licks on the guitar during high school to touring national stages with her iconic powerhouse vocals, her tale is as diverse as her robust discography.
Toni's signature blend of soulful blues, heart-wrenching ballads and toe-tapping pop tunes has made her an undeniable force in the music industry. She first captured our ears (and hearts) with the moving ballad, "Tell Me (ft Ali M)" – a track that fans and critics alike have deemed pure royal magic. The song climbed the charts with ease, testament to the undeniable magnetism of her voice, her talent and that sweet southern charm sprinkled all throughout her catalogue.
Like a musical chameleon, Toni Royale has an uncanny ability to adapt her sound and style to the times, fusing modern blues and cutting-edge pop with the rhythm and soul bred in her Arkansas roots. Her appeal extends beyond her extensive vocal prowess, firmly grounded in her eclectic personal style, her fierce dedication to her craft, and her adamant refusal to wear anything without a hint of sequin sparkle. One thing is certain about Toni Royale: she rules the stage with a mix of glitter and grit, reflecting the diverse flavors of her craft.
As we continue to track Toni's fascinating ascension in the music industry, one thing is crystal clear: the crown definitely fits. Whether leaving listeners awestruck with her deep, resonant voice, or entrancing audiences with her intense, sparkly onstage antics, the reign of Toni Royale is far from over. Long live the queen of Arkansas blues-pop!
Tell Me (ft Ali M)
Toni Royale
Uhh
Mmm
Mm-hmm
Mmm-mm mm-mm mm-mm (Mm-mm)
Mm-mm-mm-mm mm (Ayy)
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
And when the night comes
Baby
You won't be long (Mm-mm)
And when the morning come
Pssh
Ugh!
You're gone (You're gone aye)
W-w-when the dark clouds open
The lights will burn (Burn)
Tell me
Yah-yah
Yah-yah
What's goin' on? (Tell me yah-yah-yah-yah)
And you're hiding in the dark on a mountain
And you're slowin' down—uh—because you're busy
Busy
Wow-wow
And you swipe it
Swipe it
Down-up-up
Down-up-down
And you're so hot
Hotter than the Buenos Mama (Ah)
Mmm-mm mm-mm mm-mm (Mm-mm)
Mm-mm-mm-mm mm (Ayy)
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
Yeah movin’ through the night got my mind on the run
Shadows in the rearview but I ain't the one
Swipe left swipe right I ain't playin’ no games
Every step that I take I be switchin’ the lanes
Got a call from the past but I let it decline
Ain’t no time for the fake I be chasin’ the shine
Skyline glowin’ yeah the city stay alive
When the dark clouds break man the stars gotta rise
Tell me yah-yah what's goin’ on?
Took a leap of faith now the fear is gone
Lights too bright but I play along
When the morning comes I’ll be movin’ on
When the night comes
Baby
You won't be long (Uh-)
When the morning come
Pssh
Ugh!
He's gone (He's gone he's gone)
W-w-when the dark clouds open
The lights will burn
Tell me
Yah-yah
Three
Four
What's goin' on? (Tell me yah-yah-yah-yah)
Tell me
Yah-yah
What's goin' on?
Tell me
Yah-yah
What's goin' on?
Tell me
Yah-yah
What's goin' on?
Tell me
Yah-yah
What's goin' on?
CREDITS
Performer: Toni Royale
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Keep the Receipt, S...
Dust Motel
Verified Artist
Dust Motel
Dust Motel Static began with **Marisol “Mari” Vela**, a sharp-tongued singer and baritone guitarist raised between Tucson and a small border town where her mother ran a late-night diner. **Evan Rusk**, a quiet multi-instrumentalist and obsessive arranger from Bakersfield, had spent years repairing amplifiers, collecting discarded tape machines and writing instrumental cues for films that were never made. Mari became the face and voice of the project; Evan became the person who could turn one crooked guitar phrase into an entire record.
They met after Evan’s pickup broke down outside the diner during a summer dust storm. Mari noticed the long-scale guitar case in the truck bed, borrowed the instrument before offering any help and played the same four notes until Evan began tapping a rhythm against the counter. They spent the rest of the night recording into a battered portable machine beside the diner’s ice freezer. The resulting demo carried traffic noise, a loose refrigerator panel and an argument from the kitchen, but neither of them wanted to recreate it in a cleaner studio.
Their debut single, **“Keep the Receipt, Sweetheart,”** introduces their sound through Mari’s dry, teasing delivery, Evan’s tightly controlled rhythm section and a low melodic guitar that moves somewhere between desert noir and border-town rock. The song treats a dishonest apology like a badly fitted purchase, turning an uncomfortable conversation into a compact, playful hook. It is currently their only released track, but the duo have already made their intentions clear: Dust Motel Static prefer small details, crooked humour and memorable guitar lines over polished mythology.
Keep the Receipt, Sweetheart
Dust Motel
You parked across the hydrant
Like the law had gone to lunch
Brought six supermarket daisies
Held together with a rubber band
Said “I’ve been doing lots of thinking”
With the posture of a judge
Then set one careful “sorry”
On my counter still unopened
You pressed your palm against your chest
Like cameras filled the hall
I asked for one clean answer
You gave the director’s cut
Keep the receipt sweetheart
This apology runs small
It pinches where the truth should fit
And hangs loose everywhere else
Keep the receipt sweetheart
Take the whole display with you
You brought me something called “I’m sorry”
But the tag says “almost true”
Almost true almost true
Look at you improving
You said your phone had lost its manners
Your watch was running scared
Your friends had formed a committee
And voted you unprepared
Your mother took the witness stand
Your therapist was quoted
I asked “Did you sleep with her?”
You said “The wording feels loaded”
You lowered your voice an octave
That trick you save for court
I asked where you were Tuesday
You gave the weather report
Keep the receipt sweetheart
This apology runs small
It pinches where the truth should fit
And hangs loose everywhere else
Keep the receipt sweetheart
Take the whole display with you
You brought me something called “I’m sorry”
But the tag says “almost true”
No don’t kneel; the floor is clean
Don’t swear on anybody’s grave
Skip the trembling lower lip
You practiced beside the valet
I’m just taking inventory:
One key two names three hotel pens
You may keep the supermarket daisies
They’ve heard the whole defense
Keep the receipt sweetheart
This apology runs small
It pinches where the truth should fit
And hangs loose everywhere else
Keep the receipt sweetheart
Take your grand performance too
You brought me something called “I’m sorry”
But the tag says “almost true”
Almost true almost true
Look at you improving
“Need a bag?”
“No he came with one”
CREDITS
Performer: Dust Motel
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Time To Scream When...
Enzo Flect
Time To Scream When You Hush
Enzo Flect
CREDITS
Performer: Enzo Flect
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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The Man Who Sold th...
Wrong Floor Cinema
Verified Artist
Wrong Floor Cinema
Wrong Floor Cinema is a four-piece alternative rock band formed in 2025 by Orson Vell, Marlow Pin, Crispin Dayrate, and Niles Weatherby. The group came together through a series of badly organized rehearsal-room bookings, after repeatedly being assigned the same basement studio by mistake. They kept the name Wrong Floor Cinema because it matched their shared taste for overlooked places, awkward situations, and things that feel slightly out of sequence.
Their music blends sharp pop-punk guitars, dry spoken-sung vocals, clipped rhythms, melodic bass lines, and an offbeat sense of humor. Although their sound draws heavily from 1990s alternative rock, they avoid straightforward nostalgia, mixing that influence with modern production, restrained arrangements, and lyrics built around mundane frustrations, social discomfort, bad timing, and small personal disasters.
Orson handles vocals and rhythm guitar, Marlow plays lead guitar, Crispin plays bass, and Niles is on drums. Together, they have built a reputation for tightly controlled live performances that still feel unpredictable, balancing catchy melodies with deadpan delivery and a slightly detached stage presence. Wrong Floor Cinema sounds like a band that arrived late, entered through the wrong door, and decided to stay anyway.
The Man Who Sold the Rain
Wrong Floor Cinema
He wore a beige suit
In the middle of June
Said he had answers
Coming very soon
He had a suitcase
Full of folded air
He sold umbrellas
When the sky was fair
Step right up
Don’t ask why
Every little cloud
Has a price to buy
He was the man who sold the rain
Sold it once
Then sold it again
He was the man who sold the rain
Everybody got wet
But nobody complained
He shook the mayor’s hand
With a plastic smile
Promised good weather
In a single-file
He made a chart
With a rising line
Said bad predictions
Were a warning sign
Step right up
Don’t ask why
Every little cloud
Has a price to buy
He was the man who sold the rain
Sold it once
Then sold it again
He was the man who sold the rain
Everybody got wet
But nobody complained
By the time they checked the contract
The ink had gone away
He left a little business card
That simply said: “Someday”
He was the man who sold the rain
Sold it once
Then sold it again
He was the man who sold the rain
Now they buy the thunder
And lease the hurricane
CREDITS
Performer: Wrong Floor Cinema
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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Call Me Tonight
Amara Vale
Verified Artist
Amara Vale
Amara Vale is a European pop and R&B vocalist whose sultry tone and fearless style have made her one of the most exciting new voices on the scene. Born in Lisbon, Portugal, to a Portuguese father and a French mother, she grew up surrounded by a rich mix of cultural influences. From French chanson to soulful 90s R&B, the music playing in her family home shaped her distinctive sound and artistic vision.
After moving to Barcelona at the age of 12, Amara began performing in small cafés and local festivals, quickly building a reputation for her captivating stage presence. Her ability to blend emotional storytelling with infectious, modern production caught the attention of international producers and audiences alike.
Now based in Berlin, Amara Vale is ready to share her artistry with the world. Her music is available exclusively on Filodyo and NOT FM, offering listeners a unique blend of atmospheric pop, seductive R&B, and club-ready energy. With each release, she continues to prove that her voice, her style, and her story are unlike anything else in the European music landscape.
Call Me Tonight
Amara Vale
Oh oh yeah…
Mmm… listen…
Every day I see your face in my mind
Every night I’m hoping you’ll give me a sign
The way you left it’s tearing me apart
But one word from you could restart my heart
I can’t hide this feeling inside
Boy you know I tried
Tell me why we’re playing this game
Call my name call my name
Call me tonight I’m losing my mind
Say you’re still mine don’t leave me behind
One more time I’ll make it all right
Call me tonight call me tonight
I remember every touch every smile
The way you made my world feel so worthwhile
I hear your voice in every song I play
It’s like you’re here but still so far away
I can’t hide this feeling inside
Boy you know I tried
Tell me why we’re playing this game
Call my name call my name
Call me tonight I’m losing my mind
Say you’re still mine don’t leave me behind
One more time I’ll make it all right
Call me tonight call me tonight
Baby I can’t sleep I’m wide awake
Every beat of my heart’s a mistake
Without you I’m not the same
So just call my name call my name
Call me…
Tonight…
One more time…
Call me tonight I’m losing my mind (yeah)
Say you’re still mine don’t leave me behind (oh no)
One more time I’ll make it all right (make it right)
Call me tonight call me tonight
Oh… call me tonight…
CREDITS
Performer: Amara Vale
Written by: filodyo.
Arranged & Produced by: filodyo / Hakan E.
Distribution: notFM — notfm.com
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