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INTERPRÉTATION
Chris Rosenau
Interprète
Daniel Spack
Interprète
Jaime Hansen
Interprète
Jon Mueller
Interprète
Justin Vernon
Interprète
Matthew Skemp
Interprète
Thomas Wincek
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jon Mueller
Paroles/Composition
Chris Rosenau
Paroles/Composition
Daniel Spack
Paroles/Composition
Justin Vernon
Paroles/Composition
Matthew Skemp
Paroles/Composition
Thomas Wincek
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
BJ Burton
Ingénierie de mixage
Brian Joseph
Ingénierie de mixage
Jeff Lipton
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Maria Rice
Assistance d’ingénierie de mastérisation
Volcano Choir
Ingénierie de prise de son
Paroles
Like I didn't know it
Choking on the pulp of it
Semper Fi
You kept me on your long line
Tugging in the whole time
Keep shining on
And that silent head grip...
Can't do it no more
The honey bin
The bunny's in
Is telling you there's a countdown
Oh, damn your eyes
Had that one a long time
Sitting on a strip line
Said it will be a tall climb
Said that we could go back
Said that we could go find
Terra forming
Said that you were coke blind
Drinking in dramnesic
Tore out at the comrade
That's a comrade, making a comrade offer
That Ticonderoga's shit
Made my mind and my heart all split up over
The floor of the jackpot
There's a floor to the jackpot
Where'd you rise?
You don't even lie to me no more
'Ey say you ain't no comrade
Still, I'd know you'd come back
For a folly-ridden Romeo, you break down a fortress now
Standing out in public
Stained with your conscience
I know that you love me
You are just lawless, son
Give it another fortnight
Eye to eye the culprit
Just rid the fucking pulpit
I ain't giving you another full ride
Underneath the combine
Said it didn't bump you right
Habitual falling right?
Writer(s): Justin Vernon, Daniel Spack, Christopher Rosenau, Matthew Skemp, Jonathan Mueller, Thomas Wincek
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