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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Vanns
The Vanns
Lead Vocals
Cameron Little
Cameron Little
Electric Guitar
Tom Switlek
Tom Switlek
Bass Guitar
Andrew Banovich
Andrew Banovich
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Banovich
Andrew Banovich
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Collins
Chris Collins
Producer

Lyrics

Did you believe that life Did they catch you red-handed Did it take all night To get outta your head You came out for the weekend And you're dancing while they're sleeping alone We're all terrified of something, you seem terrified of nothing It's such a slow burn, right? To be living out regrets In real time An addiction to the faults Yeah, that's kinda your default It takes living on the edge to become a living legend There's not a doubt in my mind You are the last of your kind You let the other ones shine That's a display of your kindness You want the finest of wine You want it all of the time Though it's hard to stand by You are the last of your kind You tried to leave that life But it caught you red-handed Oh, with your fist in the air, you'd be running for weeks I'll be honest with ya but it's tongue in cheek So what's different C'mon, tell me what's missing We're all terrified of something There's not a doubt in my mind You are the last of your kind You let the other ones shine That's a display of your kindness You want the finest of wine Yeah, you want it all of the time Though it's hard to stand by You are the last of your kind Take my hand, take me home I can't stand these people Cheap cut white and diesel What's the point of it Take my hand, take me home I can't stand these people Cheap cut white and diesel Take my hand, take me home I can't stand these people Cheap cut white and diesel You are the last of your kind Take my hand, take me home I can't stand these people Cheap cut white and diesel You are the last of your kind
Writer(s): Andrew Banovich, Cameron Little, James Vann, Tom Switlek Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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