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Lovejoy - Warsaw (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ash Kabosu
Ash Kabosu
Bass Guitar
Joe Goldsmith
Joe Goldsmith
Background Vocals
Mark Boardman
Mark Boardman
Drums
William Gold
William Gold
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ash Kabosu
Ash Kabosu
Songwriter
Joe Goldsmith
Joe Goldsmith
Songwriter
Mark Boardman
Mark Boardman
Songwriter
William Gold
William Gold
Songwriter
Wilbur Soot
Wilbur Soot
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rich Costey
Rich Costey
Mixing Engineer
Giovanni Versari
Giovanni Versari
Mastering Engineer
Joseph Rodgers
Joseph Rodgers
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

She's broken up with him inside her head She's just waiting for the moment, that precious moment, to let him know Share make-up with a stranger in unfamiliar beds It's good for me, I'm sure, I'm sure it's good for me I thought I'd do anything you ask of me, that's sure What for? My fingers gets pressed until they're sore, and so You said, "It's crazy, we used to do this sober" You wake up and thank God it's over Just, please, just let me go (Warsaw) the place that she got her first kiss Is now a vaccination clinic (Warsaw) sat around a new Smeg fridge Singing, "We're all so apathetic" (Warsaw) smiling, laughing, watching movies Lying, spread-out floral duvet (Warsaw) looks at you with earnest grace And says, "The fuck it is we're doing?" I hate to say I told you, but your habits wreck your head If not for fear of deep vein thrombosis I'd be there too, I guess She just smiles at me, then waits a bit Like guillotine, she says "Sometimes home is a cigarette, you're too straight-edge to get it" I'll do anything you ask of me, that's sure What for? My fingers pressed until they're sore, it's so You said, "It's crazy, we used to do this sober" You wake up and thank God it's over Just, please, just let me go (Warsaw) the place that she got her first kiss Is now a vaccination clinic (Warsaw) sat around a new Smeg fridge Singing, "We're all so apathetic" (Warsaw) smiling, laughing, watching movies Lying, spread-out floral duvet (Warsaw) looks at you with earnest grace And says, "The fuck it is we're doing?" (What do you want me to say?) It doesn't get any better You can try and try But you're just a cog in the machine Apathy comforts me like a cell comforts an inmate It won't get better, I assure you Make no mistake, we're all going to end up in the dirt I'll be seeing you soon She hopes to God that I just choke She hopes to God that I just choke She hopes to God that I just choke And it gets a little easier She hopes to God that I just choke She hopes to God that I just choke She hopes to God that I just choke
Writer(s): Ashley Stevens, William Gold, Mark Boardman, Joseph Goldsmith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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