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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hugo Chakrabongse
Hugo Chakrabongse
Guitar
Ian Dench
Ian Dench
Guitar
Catherine Marks
Catherine Marks
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hugo Chakrabongse
Hugo Chakrabongse
Composer
Amanda Ghost
Amanda Ghost
Composer
Ian Dench
Ian Dench
Composer
Peter Ibsen
Peter Ibsen
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Amanda Ghost
Amanda Ghost
Co-Producer
Dave McCracken
Dave McCracken
Producer
The Carter Administration
The Carter Administration
Executive Producer
Andros Rodriguez
Andros Rodriguez
Recording Engineer
Sam Giannelli
Sam Giannelli
Assistant Engineer
Josh Batts
Josh Batts
Assistant Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Christian Plata
Christian Plata
Assistant Engineer
Erik Madrid
Erik Madrid
Assistant Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer

Songtexte

I wanna find peace in my own skin In my own skin Breath out, breath in Thinking of your eyes, Promises you gave Promises you gave We're doomed, not saved. Now cut to commercial Just cut to commercial What the hell am I s'posed to do Choose a world over you I'm afraid I'm just too small I think I'd be no use at all. Word's out, so how, You're the sweetest cure I never got to tell you. Lost in the tide of sex and death Of sex and death, Your hair, your hair. I want you again, Don't wanna be your friend I wanna be a door, Not a voyeur Now cut to commercial. Just cut to commercial. What the hell am I s'posed to be Choose a world over me Sitting pretty in my mess On the phone I can't confess Word's out, so how You're the sweetest cure I never got to tell you. Word's out, so how You're the sweetest cure I never got to tell you. My doll, Pure heart's Turn the tables and Push it out and watch me slowly break. Sweetest cure, I never got to taste. Sweetest cure, I'll never taste.
Writer(s): Amanda Ghost, Ian Alec Harvey Dench, Peter Ibsen, Hugo Chula Alexander Chakrabongse Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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