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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Neil Smith
Neil Smith
Guitar
Christopher Vanderkooy
Christopher Vanderkooy
Guitar
Peter Wilton
Peter Wilton
Bass
Mikey Pascuzzi
Mikey Pascuzzi
Drums
Tamara Lindeman
Tamara Lindeman
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Neil Smith
Neil Smith
Songwriter
Christopher Vanderkooy
Christopher Vanderkooy
Songwriter
Peter Wilton
Peter Wilton
Songwriter
Mikey Pascuzzi
Mikey Pascuzzi
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Robbie Lackritz
Robbie Lackritz
Mixing Engineer
Dave Ogilvie
Dave Ogilvie
Recording Engineer
Liam Moes
Liam Moes
Assistant Engineer
Philip Shaw Bova
Philip Shaw Bova
Mastering Engineer

Letras

When you're sat inside Whipping up your lines about destroying Like you could only care for the bitter end of it again Hold me at your side Call me to deny that I had loved you When I already can't even walk past 12th to get up Granville Even at the golden light of morning Leading you away from all this strife Having ordinary company That always leaves you dry Even at the cocaine continental Laughing at the way you cut your lines Halving all of everybody's bag And bucking up the time When you've had enough So you tossed it up like skeet and shot it Just to mark up your week with a little candy Of blood red Even at the golden light of morning Leading you away from all this strife Having ordinary company That always leave you dry Even at the cocaine continental Laughing at the way you cut your lines Halving all of everybody's bag And bucking up the time
Writer(s): Peter Wilton, Michael Pascuzzi, Neil Smith, Christopher Vanderkooy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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