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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Julia Kate Grane
Julia Kate Grane
Songwriter
Raffaella Beatrice Meloni
Raffaella Beatrice Meloni
Songwriter
John David Patrick Humphrey
John David Patrick Humphrey
Songwriter
Thorald Koren
Thorald Koren
Songwriter
Isaac Koren
Isaac Koren
Songwriter

Testi

Hold tight We're too fucked up to be polite Feel you like an amputee My words are paralyzed Too young to let you go Hind sight Melting in your hands like Klondike Picking at my skin, amen My sins are growing eyes My chicken noodle soup's run cold Why don't you move it down to Williamsburg To see that basic bitch You love to ditch me when your speech is slurred Boy you're such a dick It's New Years eve and you're leaving me all alone Cuz you know I'm just a kid Bulls eye Your marb red burned up our bedside Surviving on adrenaline I'm no good at goodbyes Running out of tv shows Tongue tied Faith is believing in your lies Hole me up like ketamine And Keep me tranquilized Hold me til your heart grows mold Wait, maybe I'm just tipsy Hey, do you think I'm pretty? Hey, are you in love with me? You know I'm just a kid
Writer(s): Thorry Koren, Isaac Koren, John Humphrey, Raffaella Meloni, Julia Kate Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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