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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jaime Alberto Preciado
Jaime Alberto Preciado
Bass Guitar
Mike Fuentes
Mike Fuentes
Drums
Mike Green
Mike Green
Guitar
Tony Perry
Tony Perry
Guitar
Vanessa Harris
Vanessa Harris
Vocals
Victor Vincent Fuentes
Victor Vincent Fuentes
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Byron Yaden
David Byron Yaden
Songwriter
Michael Fuentes
Michael Fuentes
Songwriter
Victor Vincent Fuentes
Victor Vincent Fuentes
Songwriter
Mike Fuentes
Mike Fuentes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alan Douches
Alan Douches
Mastering Engineer
Kyle Black
Kyle Black
Assistant Engineer
Mike Green
Mike Green
Producer
Vanessa Harris
Vanessa Harris
Assistant Engineer
Victor Vincent Fuentes
Victor Vincent Fuentes
Producer
Will McCoy
Will McCoy
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

You're my favorite explosion A violin with no hands plays symphonies with no words (with no words) A drowning boy with no voice prays Someone up there's telling me "You'd better not get back up!" I spit my heart into this red cup I'd better pick it back up, it might ruin your night (ruin your night) And she said "Baby, leave the water by the bed for later I woke up without a single drop" I told myself I'm tired of holding up your backup plans Go down your list and be satisfied if all you have is not enough (True love comes from more than just the heart) She said paint a picture on me Throw your dress up and your heart away Yeah, I heard what you said (no!) A friend of a friend These strangers at the party never paid And if that doesn't turn you on I'll keep talking 'til something does As we're covered in sand, you roll over and smile (Smile, smile) I told myself I'm tired of holding up your backup plans Go down your list and be satisfied, it's all you have And until that day (that day) I'll steal you flowers from the cemetery Red roses Red rose of the dead How does it feel to breathe oxygen inside her head? So say it (say it, say it, say-) I'm in love 'Cause you called me cryin' (cryin', cryin', cry-) From your job Said you just got fired And you don't have a backup plan So don't expect me to understand (A diamond bullet and a gun made of gold) (She was covered in blood, last seen in San Francisco) Yeah! Alright! We all break down Sometimes the bedroom walls become my only friends But they were there from beginning to end (there from beginning to end) I'm tired of holding up your backup plans Go down your list and be satisfied, it's all you have You know I've never held a gun in my life But now I carry one around in case I see you tonight Bedroom walls All these bedroom walls Oh, I hate what it tastes like (Hey!) (Woo!)
Writer(s): Victor Fuentes, Michael Fuentes, David Yaden Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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