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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dorothy Miranda Clark
Dorothy Miranda Clark
Lead Vocals
Ross Craib
Ross Craib
Drums
Evan Edinger
Evan Edinger
Background Vocals
Elena Abad
Elena Abad
Violin
Will Harvey
Will Harvey
Viola
Daniel J Layton
Daniel J Layton
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dorothy Miranda Clark
Dorothy Miranda Clark
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joe Rubel
Joe Rubel
Producer

Letra

Could it be different? Did I ruin the day? Oh, do you look angry? Oh, what did I say? Filling in the gaps Build a problem that Neither of us need Something wrong with me I'm getting desperate Losing my mind Oh, how do we get here Every time? One will fold their arms One will do the dance Really is no need Something wrong with me No, I don't think I can help it (nope) Oh, so illogical, I'm not magical I can't read your mind But how can you not hear the whole conversation I have, sitting still with a brain on fire? I know, it's a me thing Eyes closed isn't helping When you go quiet, I hate myself When you go quiet, I hate myself Look at you sideways Playing a game Oh, what if I laugh now? I think I'm insane Filling in the gaps Build a problem that Neither of us need Something wrong with me Pushing a boundary Something to prove Strong expectation You already lose Oh, one will fold their arms One will do the dance Really is no need Something wrong with me No, I don't think I can help it Oh, so illogical, I'm not magical I can't read your mind (read your mind) But how can you not hear the whole conversation I have, sitting still with a brain on fire? (Brain on fire) I know, it's a me thing Eyes closed isn't helping When you go quiet, I hate myself When you go quiet, I hate myself Give me a mystery Maybe they'll bloom for me It's always the quiet ones Oh, something here must be done I'm open and ready here I don't think they get me, dear I'm only proving how I'm only worth losing now Give me a mystery Maybe they'll bloom for me It's always the quiet ones Something here must be done I'm open and ready here I don't think they get me, dear (When you go quiet, I hate myself) I don't think they get me, dear (no, I don't think) Give me a mystery Maybe they'll bloom for me (I can help it) It's always the quiet ones Something here must be done (I don't think) I'm open and ready here I don't think they get me, dear (I can help it) (When you go quiet, I hate myself) I don't think they get me, dear No, I don't think (I don't think they get me, dear) I can help it (I don't think they get me, dear) No, I don't think (I don't think they get me, dear) I can help it (when you go quiet, I hate myself) (I don't think they get me, dear) No, I don't think (I don't think they get me, dear) I can help it (I don't think they get me, dear) I don't think (I don't think they get me, dear) I can help it (when you go quiet, I hate myself) No, I don't think I can help it
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