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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Delaire The Liar
Delaire The Liar
Performer
Ffinlo Colley
Ffinlo Colley
Lead Vocals
Emily Lodge
Emily Lodge
Electric Bass Guitar
Charles Tomlinson
Charles Tomlinson
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ffinlo Colley
Ffinlo Colley
Songwriter
Emily Lodge
Emily Lodge
Songwriter
Charles Tomlinson
Charles Tomlinson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kel Pinchin
Kel Pinchin
Producer
Lewis Johns
Lewis Johns
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Compress the chest Kissing like the love of your life never left Bleeding in a car park Beaten half to death By somebody you just met (Do you feel anything yet?) How clean Cutting off the clothes (This is an emergency!) Strong enough to drink Deep enough to drown in (Somebody do something!?) It's a charm It's a pleasure Shaking hands and drawing daggers A guarantee I don't believe I know better It's a trick It's a trap The new car smell of the body bag A maison d'être I could never Use myself In good conscience Or self defence Mercy me The paramedic won't quit It's gonna cost some ribs (Put your back into it!) The heart is starved Of the blood that you're kneeling in Finally An overnight stay in the hospital honeymoon suite Pull out the IV That you've been suffering It's a charm It's a pleasure Shaking hands and drawing daggers A guarantee I don't believe I know better It's a trick It's a trap The new car smell of the body bag A maison d'être I could never Use myself It's a charm It's a pleasure Shaking hands and drawing daggers A guarantee I don't believe I know better It's a trick It's a trap The new car smell of the body bag A maison d'être I could never Use myself In good conscience Or self defence Spending all your money on the court proceeding Isn't going to stop them leaving One for your health One for your problems One for the way to solve them House in order Your finances Hell is empty Take your chances It's a charm It's a pleasure Shaking hands and drawing daggers A guarantee I don't believe I know better It's a trick It's a trap The new car smell of the body bag A maison d'être I could never Use myself In good conscience Or self defence
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