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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
King Krule
Chant
Ignacio Salvadores
Saxophone
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Archy Marshall
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Archy Marshall
Production
Andy Ramsay
Ingénierie
Bob Mackenzie
Ingénierie
Dilip Harris
Ingénierie de mixage
Freddie Nice
Ingénierie
James Wells
Ingénierie
Matt Colton
Ingénierie
Paroles
They called a number 'round ten to eight
Picked up a burger, I walked away
Sat in the park, and slowly ate
I think the birds want to murder me
Unearthly, cursed, diseased human race
And deep beneath the burger grease, they pecked my brains
But not much is in there, but nobody's safe
Don't think they care about the state of your status, or
How many days on Earth you was paid
And yes, I lay, the mildew soaked me through the sky
Let me know I wasn't the only one who felt this way
Hamburgerphobia
Hamburgerphobia
Hamburgerphobia
I like-
My lover turned to me, "You don't deserve to be deserving me"
"You're just a waste of space", and yeah, that's harsh
But a valid thing to say
She kicked me out the car to heavy traffic in my brain
And it rains, and it pours all over and over again
Not for the last, one-thousand-ninety-five days
I separate, I separate, I separate, I separate
I separate into the minutest minuscule gaps of time and space
Now put back together all my memoirs were erased
Vanished forever, our love is just a fugue state
Hamburgerphobia
Hamburgerphobia
Hamburgerphobia
Writer(s): Archie Marshall
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