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PUP - SLEEP IN THE HEAT (Official Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
PUP
PUP
Performer
Stefan Babcock
Stefan Babcock
Lead Vocals
Nestor Chumak
Nestor Chumak
Bass Guitar
Zack Mykula
Zack Mykula
Drums
Steve Sladkowski
Steve Sladkowski
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stefan Babcock
Stefan Babcock
Songwriter
Steve Sladkowski
Steve Sladkowski
Songwriter
Zack Mykula
Zack Mykula
Songwriter
Nestor Chumak
Nestor Chumak
Songwriter

Lyrics

I was feeling a little bizarre The day that I burned my family car In the scrap metal wrecking yard And I've said so many goodbyes In the 25 years that I've been alive, and I Don't know why this one was so hard And every time I'd go back to my apartment All I'd wanna do is get stoned (whoa oh-oh oh-oh) And I'm sick and tired of blacking out on my carpet And waking up all on my own, so I brought you home! You started falling apart Six months after you moved in And I should've known from the start That things would be different It's not something that I can fix If I could do anything, you know I would This fucking vacation would come to an end Maybe then you'd be normal again Last week, when I went back to my apartment You were looking so stoned (whoa oh-oh oh-oh) The day after Christmas, you acted so different Just wanted to be on your own So I thought you'd better sleep right through the day And cast all of my savings and loans (whoa oh-oh oh-oh) But it was too late You were letting go Whoa, whoa oh-oh oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh-oh Whoa oh-oh oh-oh, oh oh Oh, whoa oh-oh oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh-oh Whoa oh-oh oh-oh, oh oh Whoa, whoa oh-oh oh-oh And nothing I say (whoa oh oh oh) Will make it okay (whoa oh-oh oh-oh, oh oh) You just sleep in the heat and repeat You wasted away (oh, whoa oh-oh oh-oh) And nothing I do is gonna save you (whoa oh oh oh) I'm trying my best, but you can't even look at me and talk to me and tell me what's happening to you (whoa oh-oh oh-oh, oh oh) Yesterday, I went back to my apartment To see how you'd been holding up (whoa oh-oh oh-oh) You hadn't been eating, I thought you were sleeping, but You're not waking up And I want you to know that I'd spend every bit of my Pitiful savings and loans (whoa oh-oh oh-oh) Just to see you again But I know I won't!
Writer(s): Nestor Volodymyr Chumak, Stefan Patrick Babcock, Steve Ryan Sladkowski, Zachary Ivan Mykula Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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