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This Is How You Spell "HAHAHA, We Destroyed The Hopes And Dreams Of A Generation Of Faux-Romantics"

Los Campesinos!

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PERFORMING ARTISTS

Los Campesinos!

Los Campesinos!

Performer

Oliver Briggs

Drums

Thomas Bromley

Guitar

Gareth Paisley

Vocals

Neil Turner

Guitar

Aleksandra Berditchevskaia

Aleksandra Berditchevskaia

Keyboards

Harriet Coleman

Harriet Coleman

Violin

Ellen Waddell

Bass Guitar

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Gareth David

Lyrics

Oliver Briggs

Composer

Thomas Bromley

Songwriter

Gareth Paisley

Arranger

Neil Turner

Composer

Team Campesinos!

Team Campesinos!

Composer

Aleksandra Berditchevskaia

Aleksandra Berditchevskaia

Composer

Harriet Coleman

Harriet Coleman

Composer

Ellen Waddell

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

David Newfeld

Producer

John Goodmanson

John Goodmanson

Mixing Engineer

John Nazario

Assistant Mixing Engineer

Simon Francis

Mastering Engineer

John Davis

Mastering Engineer

Letra

I hate the stench of coffee on your breath

And I hate to feel its warmth against my neck

And what right do you have to have nightmares about me

When all I wanted was to sleep?

We have to take the car 'cause the bike's on fire

We cannot trust your friends 'cause they were born liars

And if you don't exist with hearts the size of a house brick

Cease and desist

I left your shallow skin and a note on your kitchen sideboard

It read, "I have left you, please never try to find me"

This is no existential crisis, just turn your pain into piety

And then set your alarm clock for 4am the next morning

We have to take the car 'cause the bike's on fire

We cannot trust your friends 'cause they were born liars

And if you don't exist with hearts the size of a house brick

Cease and desist

This is how you spell "HAHAHA, I've destroyed the hopes

And the dreams of a generation of faux-romantics"

And I'm pleased, I'm pleased

You walk in from your mother's balcony

Panda-eyed and freezing cold

You bury yourself in my chest to warm

I notice the goosebumps on your arms, millions

And whether it's because of the numbers of hours

Spent laid face down on my bed listening to white noise

Or, well, obviously it's not

I somehow manage to translate them from Braille

And the trails on your skin spoke more to me

Than the reams and reams of half finished novels

You'd leave lying all over the place

And every quotation that dribbled from your mouth

Like a final, fatal LiveJournal entry

"I know, I am wrong, I am sorry"

We have to take the car 'cause the bike's on fire

We cannot trust your friends 'cause they were born liars

And if you don't exist with hearts the size of a house brick

Cease and desist

This is how you spell "HAHAHA, I've destroyed the hopes

And the dreams of a generation of faux-romantics"

And I'm pleased, I'm pleased

Written by: Aleksandra Berditchevskaia, Ellen Waddell, Gareth Paisey, Harriet Coleman, Neil Turner, Oliver Briggs, Team Campesinos!, Tom Bromley

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