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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ezra Furman
Ezra Furman
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ezra Furman
Ezra Furman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tim Sandusky
Tim Sandusky
Producer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

You know I love you so bad I don't believe in love You know I love you so bad, so bad You know I love you so bad Like the kid in the back of the classroom Who can't do the math 'Cause he can't see the blackboard, so bad You know I love you so bad Like the kid skipping class in the bathrooms Sneaking cigarettes underneath the football bleachers, baby, so bad You know I love you so bad (so bad, so, so bad) Like the kids growing up to be criminals (so bad, so, so bad) Tearing pages out the back of the hymnals (so bad) The love notes baby, so bad (so bad, so bad) Still remember so bad The nights Mom got drunker than Dad did She told me, "Never hang out with the bad kids" Well, what can you say to that? I always knew I was bad Always dreaming so they called me the Spaceman You first kissed me in your parent's blue basement Wanted you baby, so bad Sometimes we got out of hand We bought drugs from a parking attendant But sober nights in your car were transcendent Loved you baby, so bad You know I loved you so bad (so bad, so, so bad) Somehow you got yourself accepted to college (so bad, so, so bad) You said there had to be a way out of all this (so bad) Garbage small town rat trap (so bad) You moved away that was that (so bad, so, so bad) You still send me the occasional email (so bad, so, so bad) I got a dumb job working in retail (so bad) Miss you baby so, so bad (so bad, so bad) I drew your name in the sand I came to the beach 'cause we used to go here I watched the blue wave cover it over Do what the ocean does best I know the past is the past Well then again, the present's nothing without it I feel fine, don't even feel sad about it I just love you baby so, so bad So bad, so bad Oh man, oh
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