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Diplomat's Son
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ezra Koenig
Ezra Koenig
Lead Vocals
Chris Baio
Chris Baio
Bass
Chris Tomson
Chris Tomson
Drums
Hamilton Berry
Hamilton Berry
Cello
Jonathan Chu
Jonathan Chu
Violin
Rostam Batmanglij
Rostam Batmanglij
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dave Taylor
Dave Taylor
Songwriter
Ezra Koenig
Ezra Koenig
Lyrics
Toots Hibbert
Toots Hibbert
Composer
Maya Arulpragasam
Maya Arulpragasam
Composer
Rostam Batmanglij
Rostam Batmanglij
String Arranger
Trevor Loveys
Trevor Loveys
Composer
Wes Gully
Wes Gully
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Justin Gerrish
Justin Gerrish
Mixing Engineer
Emily Lazar
Emily Lazar
Mastering Engineer
Fernando Lodeiro
Fernando Lodeiro
Assistant Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Rostam Batmanglij
Rostam Batmanglij
Producer
Shane Stoneback
Shane Stoneback
Engineer

Texty

It's not right but it's now or never And if I wait could I ever forgive myself? On a night when the moon glows yellow in the riptide With the light from the TVs buzzing in the house Cuz I'm gonna cut it where I can And then I'm gonna duck out behind them If I ever had a chance it's now then But I never had the feeling I could offer that to you To offer it to you would be cruel When all I want to do is use, use you He was a diplomat's son It was '81 He was a diplomat's son It was '81 Dressed in white with my car keys hidden in the kitchen I could sleep wherever I lay my head And the sight of your two shoes sitting in the bathtub Let me know that I shouldn't give up just yet Cuz I'm gonna take it from Simon And then I'm gonna duck out behind them If I ever had a chance it's now then But I never had the feeling I could offer that to you To offer it to you would be cruel When all I want to do is use, use you He was a diplomat's son It was '81 I know, you'll say I'm not doing it right But this is how I want it I can't go back To how I felt before— That night I smoked a joint With my best friend We found ourselves in bed When I woke up he was gone He was the diplomat's son It was '81 Looking out at the ice-cold water all around me I can't feel any traces of that other place In the dark when the wind comes racing off the river There's a car all black with diplomatic plates
Writer(s): Frederick Hibbert, David James Andrew Taylor, Mathangi Arulpragasam, Thomas Wesley Pentz, Rostam Batmanglij, Ezra Koenig Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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