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Dance Gavin Dance - Death of a Strawberry
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INTERPRÉTATION
Jon Mess
Jon Mess
Cris
Martin Bianchini
Martin Bianchini
Guitare
Matthew Mingus
Matthew Mingus
Batterie
Tilian Pearson
Tilian Pearson
Chant
Tim Feerick
Tim Feerick
Basse
Will Swan
Will Swan
Guitare électrique
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Tilian Pearson
Tilian Pearson
Paroles/Composition
Jon Mess
Jon Mess
Paroles/Composition
Will Swan
Will Swan
Paroles/Composition
Tim Feerick
Tim Feerick
Paroles/Composition
Matthew Mingus
Matthew Mingus
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Kris Crummett
Kris Crummett
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

Sick of being in my head and thinkin' about my fate And worried about my health Wanna waste away my days with a pretty young thing And blow through all my wealth I made some mistakes, not so good with planning But I got some skills in easy living Cut my ties with desperation And learned to live with a little sensation Hey, just for the day, we'll pretend I'm made of money I'll be your sugar daddy Hey, let's make a fool of ourselves and crash a party Act like we own the place Oh, oh, oh Act like we own the place Swinging back and forth All my faults are peaking past the surface Is it worth it to fall back down? Please make way for the special invented armor Mental protection if reality is raging harder Hello, Mister Mime, hello, medicine I believe denial makes me hella intelligent We're way too caught up in the race with time It's getting hard to take it in We're trying hard to be the first in line Just wanna be a kid again, a kid again Sick of being in my head and thinkin' about my fate And worried about my health Wanna waste away my days with a pretty young thing And blow through all my wealth Over, over, overwhelmed again Sing out, out Bury it away Hey, just for the day, we'll pretend I'm made of money I'll be your sugar daddy Hey, let's make a fool of ourselves and crash a party Act like we own the place Oh, oh, oh Act like we own the place Killing all the flies I'm not done swinging back and forth yet Forgive me for what I will do Please make way for the special invented armor Mental protection if reality is raging harder Hello, Mister Mime, hello, medicine I believe denial makes me hella intelligent I know we trust each other, don't fail the litmus We all need partners for the pain of existence My bedroom chemistry set ended up on your Pinterest Pledging allegiance to a few common interests Claw my way to the top of the centipede The sum of its parts is prescribing me symmetry Every bone picked and decision was orchestrated Cut the head off and the legs'll call the action complacent
Writer(s): Timothy Thomas Feerick, Tillian Pearson, William Swan, Jonathan David Mess, Matthew James Mingus, Tilian Pearson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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