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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yebba
Yebba
Background Vocals
Pino Palladino
Pino Palladino
Bass
Charles Myers
Charles Myers
Acoustic Guitar
James Poyser
James Poyser
Keyboards
James Francies
James Francies
Piano
Marta Bagratuni
Marta Bagratuni
Cello
Francesca Dardani
Francesca Dardani
Violin
Sulamit Gorski
Sulamit Gorski
Violin
Tia Allen
Tia Allen
Viola
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Abbey Smith
Abbey Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Ronson
Mark Ronson
Producer
Riccardo Damian
Riccardo Damian
Recording Engineer
Jess Camilleri
Jess Camilleri
Assistant Engineer
Eli Walker
Eli Walker
Recording Engineer
Carl Bespolka
Carl Bespolka
Assistant Engineer
Tom Elmhirst
Tom Elmhirst
Mixing Engineer
Randy Merrill
Randy Merrill
Mastering Engineer
Matthew "Young Matt" Scatchell
Matthew "Young Matt" Scatchell
Engineer
Yebba
Yebba
Vocal Producer

Lyrics

Well, she slid down the hall in her socks and yelled, "Come outside" No, no, no, nothing's wrong I just happen to have a surprise So we fell through the door like the autumn leaves And I wrestled my brother down to his knees Just to watch as her rocket shot into the October sky There's a picture of us In a layer of dust On the mantle Right by my cigarettes that I smoke since you left 'Cause you said you had to fly In your October sky Now I work in the city and I blend into the crowd And the people grieve with me since the towers came down, down You could cut the pollution with a butter knife You could wake up at two and then party all night But I'm missin' my mama, so I stand on the street and get high There's a picture of us Hidden in a layer of dust On the mantle Right by my cigarettes that I smoke since you left 'Cause you said you had to fly In your October sky Oh, woah, oh And as I go back home to Memphis I remember days that I I was outside shootin' rockets Almost as high, high In your October In your October In your October In your October In your October sky
Writer(s): Abigail Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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