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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Millie Manders and the Shutup
Millie Manders and the Shutup
Performer
Amelia Manders
Amelia Manders
Lead Vocals
Georgina Boreham
Georgina Boreham
Bass Guitar
Peter Wright
Peter Wright
Drums
Joseph Quigley
Joseph Quigley
Electric Guitar
Elizabeth Mitchell
Elizabeth Mitchell
Saxophone
Fallon Howe
Fallon Howe
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Amelia Manders
Amelia Manders
Songwriter
Georgina Boreham
Georgina Boreham
Songwriter
Peter Wright
Peter Wright
Songwriter
Joseph Quigley
Joseph Quigley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Claire Sutton
Claire Sutton
Producer
Katie Tavini
Katie Tavini
Mastering Engineer

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There's a certain kind of tummy ache that comes from money problems
As it rises to the top squeezed by the rise at the bottom
No one can take the pain from you unless you find a financial savior
But for most of us it just grinds on
No matter how much we slave and labor
My clothes are getting threadbare
My hands are dry and cracked
But I'm told that if I give up now there'll be no diamonds to collect
My clothes are getting threadbare
My hands are dry and cracked
But I'm told that if I give up now there'll be no diamonds to collect
I feel weak, I can't afford to eat again
I feel bleak, no money here to heat my place
I feel sick, got debt up to my ears today
Oh, I feel scared, I can't see how to make this go away
I feel wrecked
One more drop of blood they say and it will all be over
One more year of trying hard and you'll see the fruits of favor
Well, all the time you're counting down you'll see no little light
Just more rocks to trip you up in a tunnel of endless night
I feel weak, I can't afford to eat again
I feel bleak, no money here to heat my place
I feel sick, got debt up to my ears today
Oh, I feel scared, I can't see how to make this go away
I feel wrecked
My clothes are getting threadbare
My hands are dry and cracked
But I'm told that if I give up now there'll be no diamonds to collect
My clothes are getting threadbare
My hands are dry and cracked
But I'm told that if I give up now there'll be no diamonds to collect
I feel weak, I can't afford to eat again
I feel bleak, no money here to heat my place
I feel sick, got debt up to my ears today
Oh, I feel scared, I can't see how to make this go away
I feel wrecked
Written by: Amelia Manders, Georgina Boreham, Joseph Quigley, Peter Wright
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