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Rough Eyes
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INTERPRÉTATION
The Bunny The Bear
The Bunny The Bear
Interprète
Matthew Tybor
Matthew Tybor
Chant
Chris Hutka
Chris Hutka
Chant
Erik Kogut
Erik Kogut
Guitare
Amber Kogut
Amber Kogut
Guitare
Doug White
Doug White
Guitare
Derek Anthony
Derek Anthony
Basse
Brian Dietz
Brian Dietz
Batterie
Seth Cooper
Seth Cooper
Voix supplémentaires
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Matthew Tybor
Matthew Tybor
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Doug White
Doug White
Production
Alan Douches
Alan Douches
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

Look in my eyes, I'm dying. Maybe you're all wrong for me, Maybe it's all wrong to stay here through the night. I'm dying waiting for you. Tell me that you love me, Tell me it's all right, Tell me that I'm wrong. We're bent on leaving. The stars in the sky, they'll be all right, That's what we're waiting for. The stars in the sky, they'll be all right, They're not worth waiting for. Look in my eyes, I'm lying Saying you're all wrong for me, Saying that it's wrong to stay here through the night. I'm dying waiting for you. Tell me that you trust me, Tell me it's all right to push our love aside. I'm bent on leaving. The stars in the sky, they'll be all right, That's what you're waiting for. The stars in the sky, they'll be all right, I'm not worth waiting for. The stars in the sky, they'll be all right, That's what you're waiting for. The stars in the sky, they'll be all right, I'm not worth waiting for. Waiting for the train to arrive... [x4] This is all you're gonna get in the end, It's all you're gonna get now. A rapid drop that doesn't have to seem mellow at all, for lack of words. It's gonna break you down. Well, I'm quite hesitant of things that you've said. God only knew you'd drop a match in my lap in the end. But it's all right, I swear I understand how spreading of the legs could be a pact between friends. And now I quiver with pretentious delight, Your mold and mildew spreading miles in sight. One more night, my chest tight, I grab your leg with my hand. What we planned hit the fan. Spread your legs one more time before I say goodbye.
Writer(s): Matthew Shawn Tybor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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