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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lewis Del Mar
Lewis Del Mar
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Max Harwood
Max Harwood
Composer
Daniel Miller
Daniel Miller
Composer
Andrew Maury
Andrew Maury
Composer
Daniel Ullmann
Daniel Ullmann
Composer
Sebadoh
Sebadoh
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Max Harwood
Max Harwood
Producer
Daniel Miller
Daniel Miller
Producer
Andrew Maury
Andrew Maury
Mixing Engineer
Andrew Dawson
Andrew Dawson
Recording Engineer
Harry Burr
Harry Burr
Recording Engineer
Peter Karl
Peter Karl
Recording Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

That bad news gon' leave you stoned Tia called on the phone To say you passed in the night I crumpled onto the street The asphalt burning my knees To cry hot tears in July Why'd you have to leave? Before we found the time For apologies For some peace of mind Why'd you have to leave? Gon' haunt me all my nights I never found out No, I never found out If we could get along in this life If we could get along in this life My tears were flooding the road Like hydrants wet the windows Of cars that crept passing by But you would not come back to me So I laid down in the street Like water swept down the pipes I'm floating through the sewers and out to sea Maybe we'll meet On the other side I'm floating through the sewers and out to sea Maybe we'll meet On the other side I never found out No, I never found out If we could get along in this life If we could get along in this life No, I never found out No, I never found out If we could get along in this life If we could get along in this life Why'd you have to leave Before we found the time To be a family? To love without design Why'd you have to leave? Gon' haunt me all my nights But I never found out No, I never found out If we could get along in this life If we could get along in this life No I never found out No, I never found out If we could get along in this life If we could get along in this life And maybe an hour before, I, I I go to bed, just gonna listen to it I listen to the mix tape of The Beatles, 'cause I'm like... This was to be expected, but then I run myself with John, and the weird was like...
Writer(s): Casper, Daniel Miller, Max Harwood, Andrew Maury, Sebadoh Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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