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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ben Sargeant
Ben Sargeant
Bass Guitar
Andrew Frampton
Andrew Frampton
Keyboards
Patrick Kiernan
Patrick Kiernan
Violin
Sarah Sexton
Sarah Sexton
Violin
Debbie Widdup
Debbie Widdup
Violin
Sally Jackson
Sally Jackson
Violin
Jenny Sacha
Jenny Sacha
Violin
Hayley Pomfrett
Hayley Pomfrett
Violin
Kerenza Peacock
Kerenza Peacock
Violin
Eleanor Stanford
Eleanor Stanford
Violin
Polly Wiltshire
Polly Wiltshire
Viola
Bryony James
Bryony James
Cello
Stephen Mair
Stephen Mair
Double Bass
Daniel O'Donoghue
Daniel O'Donoghue
Vocals
Emma Owens
Emma Owens
Viola
Glen Power
Glen Power
Drums
Mark Sheehan
Mark Sheehan
Guitar
Roise Danvers
Roise Danvers
Cello
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark Sheehan
Mark Sheehan
Songwriter
Steve Kipner
Steve Kipner
Songwriter
Andrew Frampton
Andrew Frampton
Songwriter
Daniel O'Donoghue
Daniel O'Donoghue
Songwriter
Roise Danvers
Roise Danvers
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Daniel O'Donoghue
Daniel O'Donoghue
Producer
Mark Sheehan
Mark Sheehan
Producer
Steve Kipner
Steve Kipner
Producer
Andrew Frampton
Andrew Frampton
Producer
Matt Green
Matt Green
Assistant Engineer
David Emery
David Emery
Assistant Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

You've read the books, you've watched the shows What's the best way, no one knows, yeah Meditate, yeah, hypnotized Anything to take it from your mind But it won't go You're doing all these things out of desperation You're going through six degrees of separation You hit the drink, you take a toke Watch the past go up in smoke You fake a smile, you lie and say You're better now than ever and your life's ok Well it's not, no You're doing all these things out of desperation You're going through six degrees of separation First, you think the worst is a broken heart What's gonna kill you is the second part And the third, is when your world splits down the middle And fourth, you're gonna think that you've fixed yourself Fifth, you see them out with someone else And the sixth, is when you admit that you may have fucked up a little No, no there ain't no help, it's every man for himself No, no there ain't no help, it's every man for himself You tell your friends, yeah, strangers too Anyone who will throw an arm around you Tarot cards, gems and stones Believing all that shit's gonna heal your soul Well it's not, no You're only doing things out of desperation You're going through six degrees of separation First, you think the worst is a broken heart What's gonna kill you is the second part And the third, Is when your world splits down the middle And fourth, you're gonna think that you've fixed yourself Fifth, you see them out with someone else And the sixth, is when you admit that you may have fucked up a little Oh no there's no starting over Without finding closure You take them back no hesitation That's when you know you've reached the sixth degree of separation Oh no there's no starting over Without finding closure You take them back no hesitation That's how you know you've reached the sixth degree of separation First, you think the worst is a broken heart What's gonna kill you is the second part And the third, is when your world splits down the middle And fourth, you're gonna think that you've fixed yourself Fifth, you see them out with someone else And the sixth, is when you admit that you may have fucked up a little No, no there ain't no help, it's every man for himself You're going through six degrees of separation No, no there ain't no help, it's every man for himself You're going through six degrees of separation No, no there ain't no help, it's every man for himself No, no there ain't no help, it's every man for himself No, no there ain't no help, it's every man for himself (you're going through six degrees of seperation)
Writer(s): Daniel John O'donoghue, Stephen Alan Kipner, Mark Anthony Sheehan, Andrew Frampton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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