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