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INTERPRÉTATION
Tilian Pearson
Tilian Pearson
Chant
Will Swan
Will Swan
Guitare principale
Tim Feerick
Tim Feerick
Basse
Jon Mess
Jon Mess
Cris
Matthew Mingus
Matthew Mingus
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jon Mess
Jon Mess
Paroles/Composition
Will Swan
Will Swan
Paroles/Composition
Tim Feerick
Tim Feerick
Paroles/Composition
Matthew Mingus
Matthew Mingus
Paroles/Composition
Tilian Pearson
Tilian Pearson
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Kris Crummett
Kris Crummett
Production
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Erik Ron
Erik Ron
Production
Anthony Reeder
Anthony Reeder
Ingénieries complémentaires
Dance Gavin Dance
Dance Gavin Dance
Production
Dryw Owens
Dryw Owens
Production
Joshua Unitt
Joshua Unitt
Ingénieries complémentaires
Matthew Lang
Matthew Lang
Ingénieries complémentaires
Scott Smith
Scott Smith
Ingénieries complémentaires

Paroles

How, how could we forget about you? The summoner, the centerfold, successor to the brood Of all the iterations, yeah, you're the sickest dude Fighting cow, how could we forget about you? Say you don't hate me for nothing Hate me for falling out of reach Hate me for something Never knew that you could be so lonely, lonely Running out of feelings so pretend you can be lonely, lonely Stuck in your mind Can't let it go What hurts you the most Is I wasn't there to beg you Baby, don't go Put on a show Light it up, light it up No, it's not a phase It's the way that she combs my hair Never wake, never wake from this coma How, how could we forget about you? The summoner, the centerfold, successor to the brood Of all the iterations, yeah, you're the sickest dude Fighting cow, how could we forget about you? Light it up for us, show me the way you're growing Your catharsis is beautiful I wish I could be you Show up at the ball with your doo-doo faced babe The robot with human hair is dead, but gets laid That's why he's got all these kids on the way His son's a girl named Baby Swirl that loves to swang his blade Can't let it go What hurts you the most Is I wasn't there to beg you Baby, don't go Put on a show Light it up Light it up No, it's not a phase It's the way that she combs my hair Never wake, never wake from this coma Light it up for us, show me the way you're growing Your catharsis is beautiful, brighter How I wish I could touch you Feel you, breathe you, be just like you
Writer(s): Timothy Thomas Feerick, Tillian Pearson, William Swan, Jonathan David Mess, Matthew James Mingus Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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