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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Phoebe Bridgers
Phoebe Bridgers
Chant
Ethan Gruska
Ethan Gruska
Guitare
Greg Leisz
Greg Leisz
Pedal steel guitar
Tony Berg
Tony Berg
Guitare
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Phoebe Bridgers
Phoebe Bridgers
Paroles/Composition
Marshall Vore
Marshall Vore
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Tony Berg
Tony Berg
Production
Ethan Gruska
Ethan Gruska
Production
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Mike Mogis
Mike Mogis
Ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

I hate you for what you did And I miss you like a little kid I faked it every time, but that's alright I can hardly feel anything, I hardly feel anything at all You gave me fifteen hundred to see your hypnotherapist I only went one time, you let it slide Fell on hard times a year ago Was hoping you would let it go and you did I have emotional motion sickness Somebody roll the windows down There are no words in the English language I could scream to drown you out I'm on the outside lookin' through You're throwin' rocks around your room And while you're bleeding on your back in the glass I'll be glad that I made it out And sorry that it all went down like it did I have emotional motion sickness Somebody roll the windows down There are no words in the English language I could scream to drown you out Hey, why do you sing with an English accent? I guess it's too late to change it now You know I'm never gonna let you have it But I will try to drown you out You said when you met me you were bored You said when you met me you were bored And you, you were in a band when I was born I have emotional motion sickness I try to stay clean and live without And I want to know what would happen If I surrender to the sound Surrender to the sound
Writer(s): Phoebe Bridgers, Marshall Vore Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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