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Mr. Pitiful
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Singer/Songwriter
Mr. Pitiful wurde am 22. Januar 2008 von Colored Glass als Teil des Albums Unfamiliar Faces veröffentlicht
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00:20 - 00:25
Mr. Pitiful wurde in der vergangenen Woche am häufigsten etwa 20 sekunden nach des Songs entdeckt
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Matt Costa
Matt Costa
Vocals, Electric Guitar, Harmonica, Keyboards
Mitchell Townsend
Mitchell Townsend
Electric Guitar, Acoustic Guitar, Bass Guitar
Adam Merrin
Adam Merrin
Keyboards
Jacob Sahagen
Jacob Sahagen
Keyboards, Banjo, Acoustic Guitar
James Fletcher
James Fletcher
Drums, Percussion
Bob Thomson
Bob Thomson
Bass Guitar
Dwight Kennedy
Dwight Kennedy
Woodwinds
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matt Costa
Matt Costa
Songwriter, Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tom Dumont
Tom Dumont
Producer
Cameron Webb
Cameron Webb
Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer

Songtexte

[Verse 1]
Oh, Mr. Pit-, oh, Mr. Pit-, Mr. Pitiful
Who let you down?
Who let you down, who let you down?
[Verse 2]
You still don't believe, you don't believe
You don't believe and your grievances show
When your soapbox unfolds
[Verse 3]
But please come down from that cloud you're sittin' on
I don't expect you to admit that you were wrong
[Verse 4]
Just wanna know how you've been
It don't make me feel bad that we're still friends
Mullin' it over in my bed
I hope that you see through your picket
I hope that you see through your big yard and white picket fence
[Verse 5]
To make amends
And still be friends
Still be my friend
[Verse 6]
So where did you go, where did you go
Where did you go while I was out?
While I was out, while I was out
[Verse 7]
Well I don't believe, I don't believe
I don't believe everything I see
And if you don't like the movie then quit actin'
[Verse 8]
But please come down from that cloud you're sittin' on
I don't expect you to admit that you were wrong
[Verse 9]
I just wanna know how you've been
It don't make me feel bad that we're still friends
Mulling it over in my bed
I hope that you see through your picket
I hope that you see through your big yard and white picket fence
[Verse 10]
To make amends
And still be friends
Still be friends
Still be my friend
Still be my friend
Still be my friend
Written by: Matt Costa
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