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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Goodluck Rylie
Вокал
Scott Effman
Гитара
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Scott Effman
Композитор
Riley Alexander McIntyre-Siegel
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Eric Lagg
Мастеринг-инженер
Scott Effman
Продюсер
Слова
Maybe we don't make sense
Still I got to confess
It's been a long time coming, been a long time coming
You shake me like an earthquake
I'm a sucker for the heartache
And it's all or nothing
Maybe we got something
Is it too late to talk?
Are you up?
'Cause I'm still lonely
Don't want to fuck it up again
There must be fifty ways to kill the pain
Then I tried you and nothing feels the same
I got drunk, I got high, I got pills to get by
But nothing hits the same
Fifty ways to kill the pain
Don't want to be a buzzkill, I'm just trying to be real
I get so unsteady, and my heart feels heavy
I try to use a disguise, but you can see in my eyes what you're doing to me
You can see right through me
Oh, is it too late to talk?
Are you up?
'Cause I'm still lonely
Don't want to fuck it up again
There must be fifty ways to kill the pain
Then I tried you and nothing feels the same
I got drunk, I got high, I got pills to get by
But nothing hits the same
Fifty ways to kill the pain
Ohh, Ohh
Ohh, Ohh
Ohh, Ohh
Ohh, Ohh
Fifty ways to kill the pain
Written by: Riley Alexander McIntyre-Siegel, Scott Effman