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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dallin Applebaum
Dallin Applebaum
Vocals
Dean Van Tassell
Dean Van Tassell
Guitar
J. Epcar
J. Epcar
Drums
Andy Doherty
Andy Doherty
Electric Bass Guitar
Nathan Koci
Nathan Koci
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dallin Applebaum
Dallin Applebaum
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dallin Applebaum
Dallin Applebaum
Producer
VHS Studios Brooklyn- Horns
VHS Studios Brooklyn- Horns
Recording Engineer
Reed Black
Reed Black
Engineer

Lyrics

Out of the underworld Yellow cab behind Negative four, flirt in hats and scarves It's all in the eyes I wear my three hundred square feet Like a badge of honor tonight Race ya to the bottom? Where we kiss Through battered halls And fluorescent lights Then I heard my own ego Telling its old story Like a drunk friend at a party Makin a fool, waking up sorry I gotta get out, I gotta touch some mountains Somewhere very far Though the honeymoon is over, New York 'Til death do us part Long nights, caught up in the Glamour money & greatness Gotta keep up with their moving target Try to not be faceless But I've got designer on consignment I've got confidence in phases Maybe I can fool someone who matters To think I'm undiscovered, famous Then I heard my own ego Telling it's old story Like a drunk friend at a party Makin a fool, waking up sorry I gotta get out, I gotta sink my head in Oceans very far Though the honeymoon is over, New York 'Til death do us part And I could keep going on Like a wildflower in cement I could build a palace in this Frankenstein apartment With herds of cars that pass Underneath my bed Singing just like oceans out there Out there somewhere... Then I heard my own ego Telling it's old story Like a drunk friend at a party Makin a fool, waking up sorry I gotta get out, I gotta sink my head in Oceans very far Though the honeymoon is over, New York 'Til death do us part
Writer(s): Dallin Applebaum Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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