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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Your Vegas
Your Vegas
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Coyle Girelli
Coyle Girelli
Composer
Mat Steel
Mat Steel
Composer
Mal Taylor
Mal Taylor
Composer
Mark Heaton
Mark Heaton
Composer
Jon Langford
Jon Langford
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Bendeth
David Bendeth
Producer
Dan Korneff
Dan Korneff
Recording Engineer
John Bender
John Bender
Recording Engineer
Kato Khandwala
Kato Khandwala
Recording Engineer
Brian Sperber
Brian Sperber
Mixing Engineer
Noah Goldstein
Noah Goldstein
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Charlie Stavish
Charlie Stavish
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Tim Roe
Tim Roe
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Don't let the fear in Don't let the hatred through the door And the fever, like a spider, walk your skin Can you still hear him? Still screaming science at the screen While the doctors try to cover the sin Oh it's a mad world honey And this crazy little man keeps spinning it and spinning it again Don't let the fear in Don't keep your naked little heart, trapped, beating in the cage it's in We're just two cats sitting on a hot tin roof We're just two young hearts running down the backstreets like we never went to school We're just soldiers fighting in a war against our own advice We're just birds of paradise Beyond the white light You don't know if heavens in your mind And the devil is just a twinkle in your eye You've led a short life Short from the moment your were born To the moment that the sun filled the sky Remember long nights buddy? When we were kids and love was ours to find You've led a short life Not even Valium can' kill that k k k k kick inside We're just two cats sitting on a hot tin roof We're just two young hearts running down the backstreets like we never went to school We're just soldiers fighting in a war against our own advice We're just birds of paradise So hold on I know sometimes this crazy world can tear the flesh from our bones Please hold on And when sometimes you're not yourself be glad at least you're someone Old Soldier Lead us home We're just two cats sitting on a hot tin roof We're just two young hearts running down the backstreets like we never went to school We're just soldiers fighting in a war against our own advice We're just birds of paradise We're just birds of paradise We're just birds of paradise
Writer(s): Martin Robert Coyle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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