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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Bentez
Bentez
Interprète
Birk Preisler Bønløkke
Birk Preisler Bønløkke
Batterie
Jordan Thomas Round
Jordan Thomas Round
Guitare
Jonny Fitch
Jonny Fitch
Basse
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Yana Sabanova
Yana Sabanova
Paroles
Birk Preisler Bønløkke
Birk Preisler Bønløkke
Composition
Jordan Thomas Round
Jordan Thomas Round
Paroles/Composition
Jonny Fitch
Jonny Fitch
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Birk Preisler Bønløkke
Birk Preisler Bønløkke
Ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

Best friends, strangers Lost in each other's conditions Painful, careless Leave me with all your questions It used to be charming, but you've lost your flavour You don't need a friend now, you need a Saviour Call me later I'm giving all there is to give Not the way I wanna live Your darkness is my killer And I can't take it anymore I'll count to one, two, three Think you need therapy I can't help you see The damage you have done to me Feels like doing me wrong is turning you on, yeah I'm not your therapist Save you, uh It's too late, you're too far gone I know It may not be your fault The voices in your head are getting louder, louder And I can't stop them 'cause I'm not your I'm not your Saviour Call me later I'm giving all there is to give Not the way I wanna live Your darkness is my killer And I can't take it anymore I'll count to one, two, three Think you need therapy I can't help you see The damage you have done to me Feels like doing me wrong Is turning you on, yeah I'm not your therapist I'll count to one, two, three Think you need therapy I can't help you see The damage you have done to me Feels like doing me wrong Is turning you on, yeah I'm not your therapist I'll count to one, two, three Think you need therapy
Writer(s): Birk Preisler Bonlokke, Yana Sabanova, Jonny Fitch, Jordan Thomas Round Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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