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Petey - I Tried to Draw a Straight Line | Audiotree Live
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Petey
Petey
Вокал
John DeBold
John DeBold
Программирование
Aidan Spiro
Aidan Spiro
Программирование
Peter C. Martin
Peter C. Martin
Вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
John DeBold
John DeBold
Автор песен
Aidan Spiro
Aidan Spiro
Автор песен
Peter C. Martin
Peter C. Martin
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Petey
Petey
Продюсер
John DeBold
John DeBold
Продюсер
Rich Costey
Rich Costey
Миксинг-инженер
Jeff Citron
Jeff Citron
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Aidan Spiro
Aidan Spiro
Продюсер
Steven Sacco
Steven Sacco
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Mason Perrett
Mason Perrett
Инженер звукозаписи

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Yeah, I tried to draw a straight line In a pencil with a vacuum, sucked a quarter from the mattress There's a border and it's clearly defined But I'm a dumbass in a classroom and I keep getting distracted Can you take me at face value? Mr. Head-is-up-in-space I'm your teacher, here's a lesson Well, I've got something to ask you How can I value these faces? When a face is? Asking questions No, I've never seen you smile You see, how I've been kinda angry Since the Kings lost to the Lakers In the Western Conference Finals Ain't it funny when you find out everything is fake? Everything is fake, everything is fake Why you lookin' at me like that? Are you wishing that I was dead? Am I making you feel uncool? Is it something that I said? Why you lookin' at me like that? Only ask because I care Are we layin' this thing to the rest? Can we find a way to clear the air? Well, I think I feel enlightened I feel this weight off of my chest It's not my fault, it just happened I can flip around my eyelids And scare the shit out of my kids Made of a trillion little atoms Oh, I haven't even had them Do I deserve to have an imprint On a child, on an infant? Fuck, I can't even imagine Well, I've limped along for miles And now life's a game of inches Oh, I wish that I could care more I haven't eaten breakfast They put cinnamon on breadsticks Can you tell I'm at the airport? Okay, now I'm on the airplane How the hell am I still texting? (I've been) I've been starin' at heat lightning Out the window of an aeroplane Man, I used wanna be something No, I don't care it's a video game All I want is unlimited time I've been livin' all over the place On a couch at a house that isn't mine I've been livin' in a liminal space Why you lookin' at me like that? Are you wishing that I was dead? Am I making you feel uncool? Is it something that I said? Why you lookin' at me like that? Only ask because I care Are we layin' this thing to the rest? Can we find a way to clear the air?
Writer(s): John Debold, Peter Campbell Martin, Aidan Spiro Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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