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Surfer Blood
Surfer Blood
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Connor Black
Connor Black
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Surfer Blood
Surfer Blood
Продюсер
John Paul Pitts
John Paul Pitts
Продюсер
Jim Keller
Jim Keller
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Adam Balevic
Adam Balevic
Инженер звукозаписи
Gustav McCarthy
Gustav McCarthy
Инженер звукозаписи
Roger Seibel
Roger Seibel
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Слова

I can't go out 'cause I'm sick with myself
Leave it to me, up to me to feel sorry
I can't wrap my head around you
Somewhere out there, four walls surround you
I can't go now 'cause I don't know how
Olga and Dan had a love affair
Making a soundtrack for another planet to hear
Oh, Gold Disk moves like a meteor shower
35 thousand miles an hour
Heaven is a strange place like outer space
You've got nothing, you got nothing to hide
I've got a lot of things that I hold down inside
Oh, but looking with you at the constellations
Even with my coating of insulation, I can't wait now
I don't even wanna know how
No, I could say no, I wanna say no
I could say no, I can't let go
Written by: Surfer Blood
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