Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The 88
Performer
John O'Brien
Programming
Todd O'Keefe
Bass
Mike Fasano
Performer
Keith Slettedahl
Vocals
Adam Merrin
Keyboards
Anthony Zimmitti
Drums
Bob "Z" Zimmitti
Percussion
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matt Wallace
Producer
Will Kennedy
Recording Engineer
Rafael Serrano
Recording Engineer
Miles Wilson
Recording Engineer
Posie Muliadi
Engineer
Hun Min Park
Engineer
Mark Needham
Mixing Engineer
Will Brierre
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Throw away the paper
Throw away the mail
Be bad if you wanna
But be prepared to fail
And all the expectations
I will never meet
Take you to the point of never believing
And you're tired of me
Still nobody knows it
Something I can't be
My love
And there's no one here who loves you like I do
Thank God this much is true
Thank God this much is true
And there's no one here who knows just how I feel
Thank God this much is real
Thank God this much is real
And broken down
Put it all behind you
Where you cannot see
And if you're growing older
Don't forget me
'Cause I will disappoint you
Just because I can
And I will bring you back to all that you say
When you would call me friend
And every time I show you
How this is gonna end
My love
And there's no one here who loves you like I do
Thank God this much is true
Thank God this much is true
And there's no one here who knows just how I feel
Thank God this much is real
Thank God this much is real
And broken down
Writer(s): Keith Konrad Slettedahl
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