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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fickle Friends
Fickle Friends
Performer
Natassja Shiner
Natassja Shiner
Vocals
Jack Wilson
Jack Wilson
Keyboards
Jack Herrington
Jack Herrington
Bass Guitar
Sam Morris
Sam Morris
Drums
Chris Hall
Chris Hall
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Natassja Shiner
Natassja Shiner
Composer
Jack Wilson
Jack Wilson
Composer
Jack Herrington
Jack Herrington
Composer
Sam Morris
Sam Morris
Composer
Chris Hall
Chris Hall
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fickle Friends
Fickle Friends
Producer
Charlie Hugall
Charlie Hugall
Producer
Andy Hall Hall
Andy Hall Hall
Recording Engineer
Stuart Hawkes
Stuart Hawkes
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

You're cutting close, I've run dry We're one of the things that can't die If you lie to yourself, it's still a lie You can't live all the time You're killing me, you're not feeling me It's unfamiliar inside, inside On repeat, you see, she is incomplete You're never going to change your mind, your mind Believe me, you're acting like the sound of a gun Anyway, you're shooting and you're getting it wrong Blowing the lights out alone in my room 'Cause I'm waiting for you I'm not the route you prefer And actions speak louder than words If you fight with yourself, it's still a fight You can't win all the time But you're killing me, you're not feeling me It's unfamiliar inside, inside On repeat, you see, she is incomplete You're never going to change your mind, your mind Believe me, you're acting like the sound of a gun Anyway, you're shooting and you're getting it wrong Blowing the lights out alone in my room 'Cause I'm waiting for you Believe me, I'm nothing like the person I was Couldn't blame the reasoning for all of your flaws It's out of proportion, how everything goes But she wouldn't know And it's no wonder that everyone falls Clinging on to my telephone calls Waiting for nine, it's your platform sign Which way is taking me home Always late, I leave when it's dark No waiting in empty bars And you're somone's absolute excuse And she doesn't know Believe me Anyway, you're shooting and you're getting it wrong Blowing the lights out alone in my room 'Cause I'm waiting for you Believe me, I'm nothing like the person I was Couldn't blame the reasoning for all of your flaws It's out of proportion, how everything goes But she wouldn't know You're someone's absolute excuse And she doesn't know
Writer(s): Jack Trebor Herrington, Jack Wilson, Samuel James Morris, Christopher Thomas Hall, Natassja Lucy Ellen Shiner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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