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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Katie Lynne Sharbaugh
Katie Lynne Sharbaugh
Performer
Claudius Agrippa
Claudius Agrippa
Violin
Fabienne Jean
Fabienne Jean
Violin
Kely Pinheiro
Kely Pinheiro
Cello
Noah Leong
Noah Leong
Viola
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Katie Lynne Sharbaugh
Katie Lynne Sharbaugh
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Charlie Dahlke
Charlie Dahlke
Producer
Andrew Goldring
Andrew Goldring
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I don't find a thing alarming
Not even tornado warnings
Come blow me away
I need some fresh air anyway
Maybe in my younger years
It would've been a bigger fear
When everything was new
And danger was exciting too
I think I'm coming down with something
And I don't know what it is
But maybe it's the thought of letting go
I'm a puppet casting shadows
I'm a pony doing tricks
But no one's buying tickets to the show
Time rolls on just like a river
Don't know when I got so bitter
Think I'm in a drought
There's nothing to write home about
Drag myself to social practice
Guess that's how I stay distracted
Other people's news
It always gets better reviews
And I think I'm coming down with something
And I don't know what it is
But maybe it's the thought of letting go
I'm a puppet casting shadows
I'm a pony doing tricks
And no one's buying tickets to the show
And I'm not growing
I'm just standing at the door
I'm not no one
But I don't have no rapport
I'm only singing to myself
While my patience goes to hell
Well maybe that's the price of getting well
I think I'm coming down with something
And I don't know what it is
But maybe I'll live long enough to tell
I'm a cog in the machine
They guaranteed that I would sell
But no one wants to be the clientele
Written by: Katie Lynne Sharbaugh
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