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PAROLES

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Los Campesinos!
Los Campesinos!
Interprète
Oliver Briggs
Oliver Briggs
Batterie
Thomas Bromley
Thomas Bromley
Guitare
Gareth Paisley
Gareth Paisley
Chant
Neil Turner
Neil Turner
Guitare
Aleksandra Berditchevskaia
Aleksandra Berditchevskaia
Claviers
Harriet Coleman
Harriet Coleman
Violon
Ellen Waddell
Ellen Waddell
Guitare basse
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Gareth Paisey
Gareth Paisey
Paroles/Composition
Oliver Briggs
Oliver Briggs
Composition
Tom Bromley
Tom Bromley
Paroles/Composition
Neil Turner
Neil Turner
Composition
Team Campesinos!
Team Campesinos!
Composition
Aleksandra Berditchevskaia
Aleksandra Berditchevskaia
Composition
Harriet Coleman
Harriet Coleman
Composition
Ellen Waddell
Ellen Waddell
Composition
Thomas Bromley
Thomas Bromley
Arrangement
Gareth Paisley
Gareth Paisley
Arrangement
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
David Newfeld
David Newfeld
Production
John Goodmanson
John Goodmanson
Ingénierie de mixage
John Nazario
John Nazario
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Simon Francis
Simon Francis
Ingénierie de mastérisation
John Davis
John Davis
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

I hate the stench of coffee on your breath
And I hate to feel its warmth against my neck
And what right do you have to have nightmares about me
When all I wanted was to sleep?
We have to take the car 'cause the bike's on fire
We cannot trust your friends 'cause they were born liars
And if you don't exist with hearts the size of a house brick
Cease and desist
I left your shallow skin and a note on your kitchen sideboard
It read, "I have left you, please never try to find me"
This is no existential crisis, just turn your pain into piety
And then set your alarm clock for 4am the next morning
We have to take the car 'cause the bike's on fire
We cannot trust your friends 'cause they were born liars
And if you don't exist with hearts the size of a house brick
Cease and desist
This is how you spell "HAHAHA, I've destroyed the hopes
And the dreams of a generation of faux-romantics"
And I'm pleased, I'm pleased
You walk in from your mother's balcony
Panda-eyed and freezing cold
You bury yourself in my chest to warm
I notice the goosebumps on your arms, millions
And whether it's because of the numbers of hours
Spent laid face down on my bed listening to white noise
Or, well, obviously it's not
I somehow manage to translate them from Braille
And the trails on your skin spoke more to me
Than the reams and reams of half finished novels
You'd leave lying all over the place
And every quotation that dribbled from your mouth
Like a final, fatal LiveJournal entry
"I know, I am wrong, I am sorry"
We have to take the car 'cause the bike's on fire
We cannot trust your friends 'cause they were born liars
And if you don't exist with hearts the size of a house brick
Cease and desist
This is how you spell "HAHAHA, I've destroyed the hopes
And the dreams of a generation of faux-romantics"
And I'm pleased, I'm pleased
Written by: Aleksandra Berditchevskaia, Ellen Waddell, Gareth Paisey, Harriet Coleman, Neil Turner, Oliver Briggs, Team Campesinos!, Tom Bromley

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