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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dead Lord
Dead Lord
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hakim Krim
Hakim Krim
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dead Lord
Dead Lord
Producer
Robert Pehrsson
Robert Pehrsson
Producer

Lyrics

Guess you could call it cheeky It's foul stuff But as the night gets blurry It's hard to get enough Unimpressive foolish business By which you'll fall flat Like Christa once asked me "Kid, aren't you smarter than that?" Well, be it a bad habit of mine Guess you could call it Distance over time Just as my head starts rushing And time slips away It beats me up just somewhat But I guess I'll be okay Knee deep in mostly nonsense It's an eerie place But I never crossed the line, I just took it Right up my face I wouldn't consider it no serious crime Just merely Distance over time Oh, body's shaking A drop of sweat Things that were on my mind, they're now easy to forget Countless miscalculations Haven't slept for days But Newton's beside me and he'll help me win this race Could it be I'm losing my mind From all this Distance over time? Everyone's got their vices so I'm Hot-wiring with some Distance over time, woo!
Writer(s): Adam Lindmark, Anders Nordin, Omar Krim Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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