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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ignacio "Iggy" Uriarte
Ignacio "Iggy" Uriarte
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ignacio Marshall Uriarte
Ignacio Marshall Uriarte
Composer
Emanuel Bender
Emanuel Bender
Composer
Laila Samuels
Laila Samuels
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Filip Bakija
Filip Bakija
Producer
Ignacio "Iggy" Uriarte
Ignacio "Iggy" Uriarte
Producer
Oliver Laib
Oliver Laib
Producer
Martin Eyerer
Martin Eyerer
Producer
Robin Schmidt
Robin Schmidt
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Lost in the excitement my clothes are by the door. The birds are making noises; I can't take it anymore. I feel like a disaster; I'm crawling on the floor. The daylight's gonna bite me like it never has before. I could use a way out, like a parachute now, I think I'm gonna down... Nothing really matters, nothing matters, till the morning after. The morning after. The minute that I had her, I thought it wouldn't matter: The morning after, the morning after. It got a little colder, for a second I was sober; So I threw another back and then I did it all over. Cause nothing really matters, nothing matters... Till the morning after, the morning after. My eyes are blue and bloody, my liver's about to die. I didn't mean to kiss her, you don't believe the lie. Today your're looking lovely with your hear off to the side. It's a shame I didn't notice, until you said goodbye. I could use a way out, like a parachute now, I think I'm gonna down... Nothing really matters, nothing matters, till the morning after. The morning after. The minute that I had her, I thought it wouldn't matter: The morning after, the morning after. It got a little colder, for a second I was sober; So I threw another back and then I did it all over. Cause nothing really matters, nothing matters... Till the morning after, the morning after. I could use a way out, like a parachute now, I think I'm gonna down... I could use a way out, like a parachute now, I think I'm gonna down... Nothing really matters, nothing matters, till the morning after. The morning after. The minute that I had her, I thought it wouldn't matter: The morning after, the morning after. It got a little colder, for a second I was sober; So I threw another back and then I did it all over. Cause nothing really matters, nothing matters... Till the morning after, the morning after.
Writer(s): Ignacio Uriarte, Laila Samuels, Emanuel Bender Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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