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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Wombats
The Wombats
Performer
John Hill
John Hill
Programming
Tord Øverland Knudsen
Tord Øverland Knudsen
Bass Guitar
Dan Haggis
Dan Haggis
Drums
Matthew Murphy
Matthew Murphy
Vocals
Rich Costey
Rich Costey
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tord Øverland Knudsen
Tord Øverland Knudsen
Songwriter
Dan Haggis
Dan Haggis
Songwriter
Matthew Murphy
Matthew Murphy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Hill
John Hill
Additional Producer
Tord Øverland Knudsen
Tord Øverland Knudsen
Producer
Chris Steffen
Chris Steffen
Assistant Engineer
Dan Haggis
Dan Haggis
Producer
Charlie Stavish
Charlie Stavish
Engineer
Matthew Murphy
Matthew Murphy
Producer
Stephen Marcussen
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer
Rich Costey
Rich Costey
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

We don't admit it but we never seen eye to eye My hobby's moaning and yours is making money It's always a shock when old friends pass by But with you it's no death in the family Let's not talk about hate when there's hell to pay For my cowardice and your bad timing We don't admit it but we never seen eye to eye But it's not through a lack of trying It was the perfect disease we had Something to argue and scream about Who do I see about contracting it back And locking it somewhere it can't get ripped out? It was the perfect disease we had And its absence lies a painful fact We all need someone to drive us mad I didn't say it but you never were the honest type You tried to fabricate a bedtime story And now I miss those games we had of Jekyll and Hyde Ever since the day that we parted company Don't send a helping hand, I need a battering ram To beat the reasons that I miss you so sorely I didn't say it but we never saw eye to eye Now life is care free and equally as boring It was the perfect disease we had Something to argue and scream about Who do I see about contracting it back And locking it somewhere it can't get ripped out? It was the perfect disease we had And in its absence lies a painful fact We all need someone to drive us mad I need you in the TV, I need you on the train I need you every single which way I need you in the mirrors, I need you in my bed I needed you to wreck my head I need you in the TV, I need you on the train I need you just to stand in my way I need you in the mirrors, I need you in my bed It was the perfect disease we had Something to argue and scream about Who do I see about contracting it back And locking it somewhere it can't get ripped out? It was the perfect disease we had And in its absence lies a painful fact We all need someone to drive us mad
Writer(s): Matthew Murphy, Tord Knudsen, Daniel Haggis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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