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音樂影片

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演出藝人
The Low Flying Panic Attack
The Low Flying Panic Attack
演出者
Javier Martin Balsa
Javier Martin Balsa
編程
Marta Brandariz Gomez
Marta Brandariz Gomez
聲樂
詞曲
Javier Martin Balsa
Javier Martin Balsa
詞曲創作
Marta Brandariz Gomez
Marta Brandariz Gomez
詞曲創作
製作與工程團隊
Javier Martin Balsa
Javier Martin Balsa
製作人
Ed is Dead
Ed is Dead
母帶工程師
SLATIN
SLATIN
母帶工程師

歌詞

Leather shoes
Like they’d know what is classy
Bag full of notes
In the back of my chassis
I had to shine, the pride of bourgeoisie Now I’d trade my crown for some sanity
Living in fear as the cold’s creeping closer Living in fear as my weight pulls me lower Living in fear as the cold’s creeping closer Living in fear as my weight pulls me lower
I’m breaking up again, I don’t remember when It happened really fast I swear
It felt like they could never care at all,
At all...
Yeah, I know, there were moments that I tried But the words don’t come to mind
Are those the answers that I want?
So, it’s all, not sure, I’m really gone
It all feels close but maybe not
And all could be a shadow overtaking parts of me
And I don’t know, I’m really gone
It all feels close but maybe not
I guess it’s hard not to pretend, you’re ending up as nobody
Leather shoes
Like they’d know what is classy
Bag full of notes
In the back of my chassis
I had to shine, the pride of bourgeoisie Now I’d trade my crown for some sanity
Living in fear as the cold’s creeping closer Living in fear as my weight pulls me lower Living in fear as the cold’s creeping closer Living in fear as my weight pulls me lower
So, it’s all, not sure, I’m really gone
It all feels close but maybe not
And all could be a shadow overgrowing in me
And I don’t know, I’m really gone
It all feels close but maybe not
I guess it’s hard not to pretend, you’re ending up as nobody
So, it’s all, not sure, I’m really gone It all feels close but maybe not...
So, it’s all, not sure, I’m really gone It all feels close but maybe not...
Leather shoes
Like they’d know what is classy
Bag full of notes
In the back of my chassis
I had to shine, the pride of bourgeoisie Now I’d trade my crown for some sanity
Living in fear as the cold’s creeping closer Living in fear as my weight pulls me lower Living in fear as the cold’s creeping closer Living in fear as my weight pulls me lower
Written by: Javier Martin Balsa, Marta Brandariz Gomez
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