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This Island
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Le Tigre
Le Tigre
Performer
Nicholas Sansano
Nicholas Sansano
Performer
Kathleen Hanna
Kathleen Hanna
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Johanna Fateman
Johanna Fateman
Composer
J.D. Samson
J.D. Samson
Composer
Kathleen M Hanna
Kathleen M Hanna
Composer
Le Tigre
Le Tigre
Arranger
Nicholas Sansano
Nicholas Sansano
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Le Tigre
Le Tigre
Producer
Nicholas Sansano
Nicholas Sansano
Producer
Chris McGuinness
Chris McGuinness
Assistant Recording Engineer
Dylan Margerum
Dylan Margerum
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

You must not love to hate You must not take the bait And learn to hit delete You'd say the same thing to me Rent's high And the wars on And it's last call Even your friends look worried My friends think you're smart We think you're super-fine But it's high time I mean it's high tide Aka a fine line, inside Stop smoking those cigarettes, baby Next time it's your turn to save me Splash some water on your little face 'cause You're a mess, you're a mess, you're a mess! You must not roll your eyes You should not often lie How could you ever say That your friends won't be there It's a long walk on a cold night When you wanna fight Over some day-old drama You used to make us laugh We want the old you back 'Cause it's high time I mean it's high tide Aka a fine line, inside Stop smoking those cigarettes, baby Next time it's your turn to save me Splash some water on your little face 'cause You're a mess, you're a mess, you're a mess! Is the city where we learn about painting It was the title of the mix-tape you gave me Not where we're from but the topic of daydreams Let's take a tour of the bathrooms you cried in For break-ups, bad lucks, shock of the lost twins The horizon's like a ship in flames tonight You say you just don't know If you can take this city 'Cause the rent's high And the wars on And it's last call Even your friends look worried My friends all think you're smart We think you're super-fine But it's high time I mean it's high tide Aka a fine line, inside Stop smoking those cigarettes, baby Next time it's your turn to save me Splash some water on your little face 'cause You're a mess, you're a mess, you're a mess!
Writer(s): Kathleen M Hanna, Johanna Rachel Fateman, Jocelyn Rachel Samson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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