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Dance Gavin Dance - Uneasy Hearts Weigh The Most (Tree City Sessions 2)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tilian Pearson
Tilian Pearson
Vocals
Matt Mingus
Matt Mingus
Drums
Dance Gavin Dance
Dance Gavin Dance
Performer
Jon Mess
Jon Mess
Vocals
Will Swan
Will Swan
Guitar
Tim Feerick
Tim Feerick
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Will Swan
Will Swan
Composer
Jon Mess
Jon Mess
Composer
Matt Mingus
Matt Mingus
Composer
Kurt Travis
Kurt Travis
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tilian Pearson
Tilian Pearson
Producer
Matt Mingus
Matt Mingus
Producer
Jon Mess
Jon Mess
Producer
Kris Crummet
Kris Crummet
Recording Engineer
Will Swan
Will Swan
Producer
Josh Benton
Josh Benton
Recording Engineer
Tim Feerick
Tim Feerick
Producer

Letras

To feel her touch It's almost impossible to hold still Maybe we can go back to the way it was Well, at least let me love you the same I got lies to tell your children When my smile pierces through your bones Right through your bones (Through your bones) The grass is green inside my yard I can make you laugh so fucking hard it hurts you Inside your bones When she talks, I listen She's in the shower and her skin glistens Like, oh my god, I like it Oh, oh god, I like it I suggest a drive, let's take the back road Let's get lost, let's lose our minds Hey, little girl, I think we found it tonight I think we glow that fucking bright, oh And when she laughs I like it Like, "oh ha ha ha ha ha" I got lies to tell your children When my smile pierces through your bones Right through your bones (Through your bones) The grass is green inside my yard I can make you laugh so fucking hard it hurts you Inside your bones Holy shit, she smells like heaven Been best friends since we were eleven Oh my god, I like her Yeah, I heard you like her Baby, I thought that we had something Compared to him I'm next to nothing And, oh my god, I like her Yeah, I heard you like her I am a million fucking bucks I am a thousand fucking fucks Your bitch is dead, she was hit by a truck What the fuck? Holy shit, she smells like heaven Been best friends since we were eleven Oh my god, I like her Yeah, I heard you like her Baby, I thought that we had something Compared to him I'm next to nothing And, oh my god, I like her Yeah, I heard you like her
Writer(s): William Swan, Jonathan David Mess, Matthew James Mingus, Kurt Travis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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