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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Tilian Pearson
Tilian Pearson
Вокал
Will Swan
Will Swan
Солирующая гитара
Tim Feerick
Tim Feerick
Бас-гитара
Jon Mess
Jon Mess
Скрим
Matthew Mingus
Matthew Mingus
Барабаны
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Jon Mess
Jon Mess
Автор песен
Will Swan
Will Swan
Автор песен
Tim Feerick
Tim Feerick
Автор песен
Matthew Mingus
Matthew Mingus
Автор песен
Tilian Pearson
Tilian Pearson
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Kris Crummett
Kris Crummett
Продюсер
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Мастеринг-инженер
Erik Ron
Erik Ron
Продюсер
Anthony Reeder
Anthony Reeder
Дополнительный инженер
Dance Gavin Dance
Dance Gavin Dance
Продюсер
Dryw Owens
Dryw Owens
Продюсер
Joshua Unitt
Joshua Unitt
Дополнительный инженер
Matthew Lang
Matthew Lang
Дополнительный инженер
Scott Smith
Scott Smith
Дополнительный инженер

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So you don't believe in magic I'm never falling from these habits No Who's ever really static Just take my honor, you can have it Don't get all sentimental about it, oh no The sun comes up, the rain comes down There ain't nothing you can do to change it Don't get all sentimental about it, oh no Life's not fair Empathy is overrated Look the other way Always been my game Got a way of cleaning All the shame tryna stain to my name Look the other way Darkness in the shade Got away with feeling Like I'm faking every single breath I take Don't get all sentimental about it, oh no The sun comes up, the rain comes down There ain't nothing you can do to change it Don't get all sentimental about it, oh no Life's not fair Empathy is overrated Look the other way Always been my game Got a way of cleaning All the shame tryna stain to my name Look the other way Darkness in the shade Got away with feeling Like I'm faking every single breath I take Look the other way Always been my game Got away pretending Like I'm faking every single word I say Come up in my closet I'ma get you fat That's a chill initial feeling when I come right back I can see the orchids blooming out your beautiful crack Since my head is now my belly I need big brain snacks Welcome to my odd ass city with the lopsided loaves The limp wristed winded sex on abdomen What's my style I'm blind to dude tooth clang Chomp real loud I tuned out all intervals Looking through the glass watching eyes cry glitter Slid in on a sack laced in body suit slipper I'ma peel in two and then shed my image Turn into some panoramic spinning gold bridges Cah Shwink
Writer(s): Jonathan Mess, Matthew Mingus, William Swan, Timothy Freerick, Tillian Pearson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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