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Girl Friday
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Libby Hsieh
Composer
Vera Williams
Composer
Virginia Pettis
Composer
Sierra Scott
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Norm Block
Mixing Engineer
Letra
Does the average man feel like he's on the outside?
I've got a friend who said he'd kill to taste the high life
At the church, they kicked us out 'cause we were useless
But we were trying, just looking for something to reach us
Eight more days in this goddamn place and I'm leaving
When I say I'm in pain, they don't believe it
All these bodies 'round here seem to be aging too fast
If you want your independence, then you trade your health for cash
I'm afraid of everything that's passed
All these bodies 'round here have been spat out the machine
Smoke on lungs and gas stations, spit fire by the sea
And everyone's saying I'm a little
Bit sick, but I'm just thinking of you
Like I do
Does the average man fall down talking to strangers?
I've got a friend who said he lives to taste the danger
Lying on the bed, mama, kiss my head,
They're gonna take me away from here
All these bodies 'round here seem to be aging too fast
If you want your independence, then you trade your health for cash
I'm afraid of everything that's passed
All these bodies 'round here have been spat out the machine
Smoke on lungs and gas stations, spit fire by the sea
And everyone's saying I'm a little
Bit sick, but I'm just thinking of you
Like I do
Writer(s): Vera Williams, Virginia Pettis, Sierra Scott, Elizabeth Hsieh
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