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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Walking Papers
Walking Papers
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jefferson Angell
Jefferson Angell
Composer
Benjamin Anderson
Benjamin Anderson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aaron Spiro
Aaron Spiro
Producer
Brad Blackwood
Brad Blackwood
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

There ain't nothing open but the wound And I got the feeling that the end is coming soon You're an open book And I'm an open sore So why are you afraid to look if you've seen it all before? Heaven knows, I never promised to be an angel And I suppose I needed someone to protect When you chose to give the universe an ultimatum Because they weren't accommodating What did you expect? What did you expect? And I won't remember anything But the feeling is waiting in spite of everything I've got nothing to prove I've got nothing to hide So if you're going to beat a horse till it's dead Well, don't expect to get a ride Heaven knows, I never promised to be an angel And I suppose I needed someone to protect And when you chose to give the universe an ultimatum Because they weren't accommodating What did you expect? What did you expect? I was bound by thoughts that aren't my own But not afraid to die alone You're still holding on to something 100% of nothing Heaven knows, I never promised to be an angel And I suppose I needed someone to protect And when you chose to give the universe and ultimatum Because they weren't accommodating Yeah, what did you expect? Yeah, what did you expect? Hey!
Writer(s): Benjamin Anderson, Jefferson Angell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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