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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brandon Blakeley
Brandon Blakeley
Drums
Christopher S Freeman
Christopher S Freeman
Rhythm Guitar
Nathan Sanville
Nathan Sanville
Lead Vocals
Ryan Malicsi
Ryan Malicsi
Lead Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Blakeley
Brandon Blakeley
Songwriter
Christopher S Freeman
Christopher S Freeman
Songwriter
Nathan Sanville
Nathan Sanville
Songwriter
Ryan Malicsi
Ryan Malicsi
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brett Romnes
Brett Romnes
Producer
Charlie Burket
Charlie Burket
Assistant Engineer
Mike Kalajian
Mike Kalajian
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Can't stand the fact I know where you are Ten years, I still try to spot your car When driving past your house The taste of iron in my mouth, oh The shame that I have to look like mom Disgraced, I made me my father's son You're still too close to me I swear at night I feel you breathe There's nothing special in the water here There's no reason you should feel the need to stay You've ruined everything you touched 'round here Let the locusts have your home They'll feel the same, and I'll feel the same Re-check Change Re-check Change You're tired at roll call You should learn to play hooky from me It's total recall I can hear how you cried when it came time to leave Re-check Change Re-check There's nothing special in the water here There's no reason you should feel the need to stay You've ruined everything you touched 'round here Let the locusts have your home They'll feel the same, and I'll feel the same, oh, oh, oh I'll feel the same, oh, oh, oh Re-check Change Re-check Change Re-check Change There's nothing special in the water here (re-check) There's no reason you should feel the need to stay (change) You've ruined everything you touched 'round here (re-check) Let the locusts have your home (change) They'll feel the same And I'll color it out, of your pictures of me Color it out, thought I stole every one when we left Hollow it out, your house in the weeds Hollow it out, hope it sinks into corn fields
Writer(s): Nathan Joseph Sanville, Brandon L Blakely, Christopher S Freeman, Ryan Michael Malicsi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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