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PERFORMING ARTISTS
THE S.L.P.
THE S.L.P.
Bass
Tim Carter
Tim Carter
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sergio Pizzorno
Sergio Pizzorno
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sergio Pizzorno
Sergio Pizzorno
Producer
Stephen McLaughlin
Stephen McLaughlin
Mixing Engineer
Felix Rashman
Felix Rashman
Engineer
Jo Wander
Jo Wander
Engineer
Marli Wren
Marli Wren
Assistant Engineer
Matt Colton
Matt Colton
Mastering Engineer

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Seeing a thousands lives Heroes always die I fight the things complex they seem Compel my mind I live the life with no meaning I found nothing to believe in Voice inside keeps screaming You only let her out on the weekend Drunken lines and nose dives 24 times I died Forgot the good feeling Compromise my instincts Like a dog on a leash you take the lead Out spoken when I agreed I found nothing that I'm needing (You only let me out on the weekend) Chewing on my tongue like it's bubblegum (You blew a bubble and it popped) (I was hushed by the lack of oxygen) (I've got a canister of noise) (I front and act like I'm confident) (I get a compliment and blush) (The welcome break; can we stop here) (I've got to drop the kids off) (Out the window like a pawn) (Pass the service, should have stopped) (Open book put your guard up) (Don't bother me because I'm high) (Lump in my throat and I'm chocking) (My friend's feeding me the rope) (Like it numb and paired cos the cocaine) (Whatever floats boat)
Writer(s): Tyron Frampton, Sergio Pizzorno Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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