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The National - Karen
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bryce Dessner
Bryce Dessner
Guitar
Matt Berninger
Matt Berninger
Vocals
Aaron Dessner
Aaron Dessner
Bass Guitar
Bryan Devendorf
Bryan Devendorf
Drums
Nick Lloyd
Nick Lloyd
Piano
Padma Newsome
Padma Newsome
Violin
Scott Devendorf
Scott Devendorf
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryce Dessner
Bryce Dessner
Songwriter
Matt Berninger
Matt Berninger
Songwriter
Aaron Dessner
Aaron Dessner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer
Paul Mahajan
Paul Mahajan
Producer
Peter Katis
Peter Katis
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Karen, I'm not taking sides I don't think I'll ever do that again I'll end up winning and I won't know why I'm really trying to shine here, I'm really trying You're changing clothes and closing windows on me all the time Well, whatever you do Listen, you better wait for me No, I wouldn't go out alone into America Whatever you do Listen, you better wait for me No, I wouldn't go out alone Karen, we should call your father Maybe it's just a phase He'll know the trick to get a wayward soul to change his ways It's a common fetish for a doting man To ballerina on the coffee table cock in hand Well, whatever you do Listen, you better wait for me No, I wouldn't go out alone into America Whatever you do Listen, you better wait for me No, I wouldn't go out alone Without warm water in my head All I see is black and white and red I feel mechanical and thin Hear me play my violin again I'm living in the target's shoes All I see is black and white and blue Idle, idle, idle, idle, protect the nest Protect the title Karen, put me in a chair, fuck me and make me a drink I've lost direction, and I'm past my peak I'm telling you this isn't me No, this isn't me Karen, believe me, you just haven't seen my good side yet Well, whatever you do Listen, you better wait for me No, I wouldn't go out alone into America Whatever you do Listen, you better wait for me No, I wouldn't go out alone Without warm water in my head All I see is black and white and red I feel mechanical and thin Hear me play my violin again I'm living in the target's shoes All I see is black and white and blue Idle, idle, idle, idle, protect the nest Protect the title I must be me, I'm in my head Black birds are circling my bed I must be me, I must be me Black feathers are falling on my feet Idle, idle, idle, idle, protect the nest Protect the title Idle, idle, idle, idle, protect the nest Protect the title
Writer(s): Bryce David Dessner, Matthew D. Berninger Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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