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INTERPRÉTATION
Crawlers
Crawlers
Interprète
Pete Robertson
Pete Robertson
Synthétiseur
Jennifer Decilveo
Jennifer Decilveo
Synthétiseur
Holly Minto
Holly Minto
Chant
Amy Woodall
Amy Woodall
Guitare
Olivia Kettle
Olivia Kettle
Chœurs
Harry Breen
Harry Breen
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jennifer Decilveo
Jennifer Decilveo
Composition
Holly Minto
Holly Minto
Composition
Amy Woodall
Amy Woodall
Composition
Olivia Kettle
Olivia Kettle
Composition
Harry Breen
Harry Breen
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Pete Robertson
Pete Robertson
Production
Jennifer Decilveo
Jennifer Decilveo
Production
Craig Silvey
Craig Silvey
Ingénierie de mixage
Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

I think I'm all the things I hate I think about crying to manipulate The ones who think I'm insecure Go and tell the mirror who you're posin' for Damn Borrow my friends' prescription pills Do it just to feel a thrill No one tell you drugs can kill ya? Drinking just to talk to strangers Like I'm alive to entertain ya While I copy your behavior And I'll be your messiah like your prettier Jesus I guess I'm all the things I hate I think about crying to manipulate The ones who think I'm insecure Go and tell the mirror who you're posin' for Damn Off guard now I hold the guilt on my hands Alone, not healthy but at least I've got a way to cope Damn, can't cope alone It isn't where I thought my life would be Now that I've hit past 23 Consumed by the noise to stay alive Recovery exposed on the internet Filtered through a stranger's lens 'Round those I pay to call friends And I'll be your messiah like your prettier Jesus I guess I'm all the things I hate I think about crying to manipulate The ones who think I'm insecure Go and tell the mirror who you're posin' for Damn Off guard now I hold the guilt on my hands Alone, not healthy but at least I've got a way to cope Damn, can't cope alone It's that time of year always It's that time of year always Off guard now I hold the guilt on my hands Alone Don't tell me how to get better You know that I love it when I'm getting sadder Don't tell me how to get better You know that they love it when I'm getting sadder Don't tell me how to get better The people won't like me if I'm any louder Don't tell me how to get better You know I fucking love it when I'm getting sadder Damn Damn I guess I'm all the things I hate Now I'm only crying to manipulate I'm the one who's insecure Go and tell the mirror who you're posin' for Damn Off guard, now I hold the guilt in my hands (I'll be your messiah) Damn, alone Not healthy but at least I got a way to cope (like your prettier Jesus) Damn, can't cope alone (I'll be your messiah like your prettier Jesus) Damn, can't cope alone (I'll be your messiah like your prettier Jesus) Alone (I am your messiah like your prettier Jesus) Alone
Writer(s): Jennifer Decilveo, Amy Woodall, Holly Minto, Harry Breen, Olivia Kettle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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