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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
James Mercer
James Mercer
Vocals
Dave Hernandez
Dave Hernandez
Bass
Jesse Sandoval
Jesse Sandoval
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Mercer
James Mercer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
James Mercer
James Mercer
Producer
John Golden
John Golden
Mastering Engineer

Letras

Gold teeth and a curse for this town Were all in my mouth Only I don't know how They got out, dear Turn me back into the pet I was when we met I was happier then With no mindset And if you took to me like A gull takes to the wind Well I'd've jumped from my trees And I'd've danced like the king of the eyesores And the rest of our lives would've fared well New slang when you notice the stripes The dirt in your fries Hope it's right when you die Old and bony Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall Never should have called But my head's to the wall And I'm lonely And if you took to me Like a gull takes to the wind Well I'd've jumped from my trees And I'd've danced like the king of the eyesores And the rest of our lives would've fared well Godspeed all the bakers at dawn May they all cut their thumbs And bleed into their buns 'Til they melt away I'm looking in on the good life I might be doomed never to find Without a trust, a flaming field Am I too dumb to refine? And if you took to me like Well, I'd've danced like the queen of the eyesores And the rest of our lives would've fared well
Writer(s): James Russell Mercer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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