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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Dylan Brenner
Dylan Brenner
Basse
Jack Collins
Jack Collins
Guitare
Jack Underkofler
Jack Underkofler
Guitare
Dead Poet Society
Dead Poet Society
Interprète
Willard Goodroad
Willard Goodroad
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Dylan Brenner
Dylan Brenner
Paroles
Jack Collins
Jack Collins
Composition
Jack Underkofler
Jack Underkofler
Paroles
Willard Goodroad
Willard Goodroad
Paroles
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Jack Collins
Jack Collins
Ingénierie de prise de son
Tom Dalgety
Tom Dalgety
Production
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

I thought that I could trust you, yeah I guess that it was in my head Run your mouth like you do so well You did this to yourself Why'd you have to say it? I don't like that Why'd you have to do it? I don't like that Pour a little salt on the wound Tell me that it's hard being you, I don't like that Feel your hands wrap around my neck You think you can demand respect Tell me what the fuck you've done I'll wait Why'd you have to say it? I don't like that Why'd you have to do it? I don't like that Pour a little salt on the wound Tell me that it's hard being you, I don't like that No, I don't like that No, I don't like that You don't wanna change Fuck it, you can stay the same I don't need the pain You can just fade away Why'd you have to say it? I don't like that Why'd you have to do it? I don't like that Pour a little salt on the wound Tell me that it's hard being you, I don't like that Why'd you have to say it? I don't like that Try to take it back, I don't like that Pour a little salt on the wound Tell me that it's hard being you, I don't like that I don't like that I don't like that What a fuckin' shame When you took it all, did you like that? Try to slip away You got what you want, I don't like that
Writer(s): John Martin Collins, John Dewitt Underkofler, Willard Preston Sykes Goodroad, Dylan Geoffrey Brenner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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