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    Just the Address (On My License)

    Amanda Vale
    Album or EP
    Frigid

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    Suno version: v1.2

    Suno metadata

    Style
    alternative pop, rock
    Model
    v5
    Created
    Feb 25, 2026
    Last synced
    Aug 1, 2026

    Lyrics

    [vocal mature_female_lead dry_delivery light_grit no_sustained_belts no_whisper_vocals] [tempo up_tempo_pop_rock] [entry tight_drum_count_in centered_intro mono_centered_intro no_hard_panning balanced_stereo_field] [instrumentation clean_crunch_guitars bright_rhythm_guitar punchy_bass tight_pop_drums subtle_texture centered_intro mono_centered_intro no_hard_panning balanced_stereo_field] [production studio_polish analog_warmth clean_transients_radio_clarity defined_guitar_edges no_arena_space] [mood confident_ironic_bright_energy] [mix vocal_forward_clear_top_end_balanced_low_mids_no_mud] [section verse_pre_chorus_chorus_verse_pre_chorus_chorus_bridge_final_chorus] [exclude metal_chugs breakdowns screamcore crowd_noise live_ambience arena_reverb festival_feel] [Verse 1] Laundry in the washer Keys in the bowl Calendar full Fridge stocked cold I know the route I know the lines Bills get paid That’s mine [Pre-Chorus] There’s a room I don’t walk into There’s a name I don’t say out loud I stop in the doorway Until the clock ticks twice [Chorus] The house still runs That’s how it goes I sign my name And no one knows It’s just the address on my license [Verse 2] The tile is cold against my feet You pass behind me, barely brush Your hand meets mine and does not stay The coffee cools before I drink We stand too close, we do not touch I say good morning, keep it short [Pre-Chorus] There’s a question I don’t answer There’s a look I don’t return They ask me how I’m doing And I say, “Fine.” [Chorus] The house still runs That’s how it goes I sign my name And no one knows It’s just the address on my license now [Bridge] I miss my mother in the small things Grocery aisles, phone calls, Sundays Her number’s still saved in my phone It rings into the dark You look at me like I should fix it She is not coming back [Final Chorus] The house still runs That’s how it goes I sign my name And no one knows It’s just the address on my license now