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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Spanish Love Songs
Spanish Love Songs
Performer
Collin Pastore
Collin Pastore
Synthesizer
Kyle McAulay
Kyle McAulay
Electric Guitar
Trevor Dietrich
Trevor Dietrich
Electric Bass Guitar
Ruben Duarte
Ruben Duarte
Drums
Dylan Slocum
Dylan Slocum
Lead Vocals
Meredith Van Woert
Meredith Van Woert
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kyle McAulay
Kyle McAulay
Songwriter
Trevor Dietrich
Trevor Dietrich
Songwriter
Ruben Duarte
Ruben Duarte
Songwriter
Dylan Slocum
Dylan Slocum
Songwriter
Meredith Van Woert
Meredith Van Woert
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Spanish Love Songs
Spanish Love Songs
Producer
Collin Pastore
Collin Pastore
Producer
Carlos De La Garza
Carlos De La Garza
Mixing Engineer
Nick Townsend
Nick Townsend
Mastering Engineer
Kyle McAulay
Kyle McAulay
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Trevor Dietrich
Trevor Dietrich
Recording Engineer
Alec Wingfield
Alec Wingfield
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Drove across Nebraska for the fourth time in a year The sky looked like a cracked phone screen I saw an angel on a hill built on top of a landfill Overlooking the mess I've made So fuck the garden and the yard I can barely tend to my own dreams Maybe a big life isn't ours Shot down in the middle of the street Oh, you had me there for a second I start to believe that we could make it It's just like life to come teach me a lesson But every time I swear I forget it I whistle while I work, but the work is gone So let the clean-up crew just come eat me alive You've been driving drunk, hoping you get caught Living like you're 19 in your mind As you barter with yourself You're running out of things to sell To overcome the death in your eyes So fuck the garden and the yard You can barely tend to your own dreams Maybe a big life isn't meant for us We'll settle down on a quiet street and hope we don't give in You had me there for a second I start to believe that we could make it It's just like life to come teach me a lesson But every time I swear I forget it I whistle while I work, but the work is gone So let the clean-up crew just come eat me alive I'm seeing you in dreams You're happy and healthy Eager to talk after my surprise wedding They're pushing back the dirt in Tennessee and you ask me "Is this where you want to be?" So fuck the garden and the yard We can barely tend to our own dreams Maybe a big life isn't ours Shot dead in the middle of street Oh, you had me there for a second I start to believe that we could make it It's just like life to come teach me a lesson But every time I swear I forget it I whistle while I work, but the work is gone So let the clean-up crew just come eat me alive Eat me alive
Writer(s): Dylan Slocum, Kyle Mcaulay, Meredith Van Woert, Ruben Duarte, Trevor Dietrich Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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