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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gatherers
Gatherers
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Gesa
Anthony Gesa
Songwriter
Rob Talalai
Rob Talalai
Songwriter
Adam Cichocki
Adam Cichocki
Songwriter
Rich Weinberger
Rich Weinberger
Songwriter
Siddhu Anandalingam
Siddhu Anandalingam
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Adam Cichocki
Adam Cichocki
Producer

Lyrics

New tenement lung Bargain model Always fit you like a glove Charming what you've done Your motherless touch Scrapes the skin clean of mid-century rust So come out with your hands up Don't believe a word I say Give us your first born son Throw down the keys You're much too late so Don't come back for me So come out with your hands up Don't believe a word I say Here you are The cross you've abandoned Beating heart, the one you adore Every scraped knee speaks In the language of the lost Every wheel-hand sleeps Through the fog Beating heart Factory guard Could you even hear yourself Crawling in the dark? I've said too much So come down (So come down) So come down (So come down) Lock up the ones you adore Lock up the ones you adore Lock up the ones you adore Lock up the ones you
Writer(s): Adam Cichocki, Anthony Gesa, Rich Weinberger, Rob Talalai, Siddhu Anandalingam Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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