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PERFORMING ARTISTS
James Black
James Black
Guitar
Richard Beddoe
Richard Beddoe
Drums
Rick Jackett
Rick Jackett
Guitar
Scott "Angry" Anderson
Scott "Angry" Anderson
Vocals
Sean Anderson
Sean Anderson
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rick Jackett
Rick Jackett
Songwriter
Sean Anderson
Sean Anderson
Songwriter
James Black
James Black
Songwriter
Richard Beddoe
Richard Beddoe
Songwriter
Scott "Angry" Anderson
Scott "Angry" Anderson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Johnny K
Johnny K
Producer
Tadpole
Tadpole
Engineer
Justin Wilk
Justin Wilk
Assistant Recording Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

We left and as soon as we did I knew There was a bad taste in our mouths Awareness didn't come too soon But you finally tasted it too It's just another case of fucking up A perfectly good afternoon Every manner that I forgot Could have helped me out of acting cruel But I wasn't in the least distraught Though my jokes were bombing I got to feeling like my timing was off But baby that's just not me So as far as anyone can see They'd be helpless not to agree They're driving miles between us three It was them versus you versus me And as soon as we drove right through Thirty seconds without a word It was then that I knew for sure I wasn't gonna hear a word from you And the road became the radio And we scowled at the beautiful trees I was thinking of what went wrong I thought baby it's not just me So as far as anyone can see They'd be helpless not to agree They're driving miles between us three It was them versus you versus me So as far as anyone can see They'd be helpless not to agree They're driving miles between us three It was them versus you versus me
Writer(s): Robert Anderson, James Black, Richard Jackett, Sean Anderson, Richard Beddoe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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