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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ed Robertson
Ed Robertson
Acoustic Guitar
Nic Gotham
Nic Gotham
Baritone Saxophone
Jim Creeggan
Jim Creeggan
Background Vocals
Tyler Stewart
Tyler Stewart
Drums
Michael Phillip Wojewoda
Michael Phillip Wojewoda
Tambourine
Lewis Melville
Lewis Melville
Pedal Steel Guitar
Andy Creeggan
Andy Creeggan
Piano
Gene Hardy
Gene Hardy
Tenor Saxophone
Tom Walsh
Tom Walsh
Trombone
Chris Howells
Chris Howells
Trumpet
Steven Page
Steven Page
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ed Robertson
Ed Robertson
Composer
Steven Page
Steven Page
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Phillip Wojewoda
Michael Phillip Wojewoda
Producer
Jean Diamont
Jean Diamont
Assistant Engineer

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The silence, the terror, the pain, the horror As your mom comes downstairs Enid, we never really knew each other anyway Enid, we never really knew each other anyway It took me a year to believe it was over It took me two more to get over the loss, whoa-whoa I took a beating when you wrote me those letters And every time I remembered the taste of your lip gloss Enid, we never really knew each other anyway Enid, we never really knew each other anyway Maybe we always saw right through each other anyway But, Enid, we never really knew each other anyway There were times when I wanted to hurt you And there were times when I know that I did, whoa-whoa There were times when I thought I would kill you But can you blame me? I was only a kid Now tell me why we never really respected each other? And tell me why I never believed that you were a person, too? I always thought that you fancied my brother I may not have liked it Oh, but memory is a strange thing Oh, and Enid, I remember you Enid, we never really knew each other anyway Enid, we never really knew each other anyway Maybe we always saw right through each other anyway But, Enid, we never really knew each other anyway It took me a year to believe it was over Oooo, and it took me two more to get over the loss, whoa-whoa I took a beating when you wrote me those letters And every time you told me to get lost Now it's not fair to say that, it's 'cause I was three inches shorter then And it's not fair to say that, it's 'cause I was only fifteen years old But maybe it's fair to say there was a lack of communication I took a phone message, oh, and speaking of communication Oh, and, Enid Enid, you caught a cold I can get a job, I can pay the phone bills I can cut the lawn, cut my hair, cut out my cholesterol I can work overtime, I can work in a mine I can do it all for you But I don't want to Enid, we never really knew each other anyway Enid, we never really knew each other anyway Maybe we always saw right through each other anyway But, Enid, we really never knew each other anyway Enid, we never really knew each other anyway Enid, we never really knew each other anyway Enid, we never really knew each other anyway
Writer(s): Steven Page, Ed Robertson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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