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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Michael Marcagi
Michael Marcagi
Lead Vocals
AJ Yorio
AJ Yorio
Electric Guitar
Renee Hikari
Renee Hikari
Drums
Jon Moon
Jon Moon
Bass
David Baron
David Baron
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Marcagi
Michael Marcagi
Songwriter
Andrew Yorio
Andrew Yorio
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Renee Hikari
Renee Hikari
Assistant Engineer
David Baron
David Baron
Producer

Lyrics

Every street looks the same Every house painted gray In this cul-de-sac Like a panic attack And these cars drive by And go all night Maybe one day, you'll leave it all behind I know it's hard to feel alone And be a stranger in your home Lost out in the night And if you feel like leaving You don't need a reason Just pack a bag and drive out to the ocean And you're crying in your kitchen What a shame you ever listened To everybody telling you you're broken So fuck all you bought It ain't what you got And be who you need and not what you're taught You know from all this pain, you cannot hide And stand there in the light You can say you're not alone But you're crying on the phone 'Cause he treats you like an asshole You still got that dumb tattoo Just staring back at you And we both know there ain't nothing 'round here to look at You know you gotta get away Before you fall into your grave And if you feel like leaving You don't need a reason So pack a bag and drive out to the ocean And you're crying in your kitchen What a shame you ever listened To everybody telling you you're broken So fuck all you bought It ain't what you got And be who you need and not what you're taught You know from all this pain, you cannot hide And stand there in the light Stand there in the light Stand there in the light
Writer(s): Andrew Yorio, Michael Marcagi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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