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Patient Mind
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INTERPRÉTATION
The Armed
The Armed
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Kenneth Szymanski
Kenneth Szymanski
Paroles/Composition
Randall Kupfer
Randall Kupfer
Paroles/Composition
Dan Greene
Dan Greene
Paroles/Composition
Tony Wolski
Tony Wolski
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Tony Wolski
Tony Wolski
Production
Troy Van Leeuwen
Troy Van Leeuwen
Production
Ben Chisholm
Ben Chisholm
Production
Justin Meldal-Johnsen
Justin Meldal-Johnsen
Production

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Dumb like your money A tableau Through and through Lines sound, like paper But said in the right voice They're so sweet they taste like apple pie I hate that fuck-off time of the day I wish you would take me to the hospital But instead you just stare And you lie to yourself How could you have known? You're not there when I poison myself Every single day anymore It's just my eight to four Every single day anymore I am steadfast and sure I am sure, I am sure, I am sure Gone back for seconds More for the road You chew and chew I get the message You'll tolerate me But your eyes, they hate that no-reply They hate that fuck-off guy Go away I wish you would take me to the hospital But instead you just stare And you lie to yourself How could you have known? You're not there when I lie to myself Every single day anymore It's just my eight to four Every single day anymore I am steadfast and sure I am sure, I am sure, I am sure
Writer(s): Justin Meldal Johnsen, Troy Van Leeuwen, Benjamin Chisholm, Randall Kupfer, Anthony Wolski, Kenneth Szymanski, Urian Hackney, Daniel Greene Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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